In many ways I do not understand the perceptions of poetry in today’s world. Having been so revered in the past poetry, from all accounts, seems lost from a commercial point of view. There is no money to be made yet the online communities for writing and poetry sites are huge, some singular sites accounting millions of readers and many writers. The quality of work of course varies greatly, with many novice writers and aspiring poets but with also seasoned writers and published authors.
Many sites have algorithms to compare your work with mainstream well-known works, compared by many variables of word usage, original phrasing and use of language, cliché and grammatical faults. The score on some are 1-10 and rate a work as to the variables addressed. What surprises me are the lack of information about genres. For example, I write much of the spiritual world, of nature and how the world works. The algorithm cannot address any of this because there is nothing to compare it with. Thus, words like ‘life, soul, spirit, enlightenment, realisation and many more like them, are considered weak words needing replacement. Should I follow their suggestions my work would be no longer.
So no matter the quality of my writing, I receive a score of 1 out of 10 for much of my expression. Conversely I have had many 10 scores too and remain in the top 200 of over a million writers. Go figure. It just proves that sticking to your style and being true to yourself is far more important that any algorithm. Poetry to me is a timeless creative expression and it’s a shame there are not more financial opportunities for committed poets. The following poem received a score of 1 out of ten.
In beds of coloured array
the blooms avert the flow
as nature’s gifts so special, radiate
from within they glow,
and trees in textured bark
with many a bow flailing,
pay homage to the vibrancy
of life’s design, prevailing.
And all in harmonious streams,
connected as if in afferent dreams,
each movement of energy
so profoundly sewn within
each and every being,
as shared life avails
supported and nurtured each,
a loving hand beseeched.
How magically designed this state,
how this cycle of entwined being relates,
and as each in purpose rises in light,
others wane in darkest night,
replenish earth and more,
to attest the rise of new growth,
cycles in an avowed oath
to live on and flourish.