Category: Poetry

Just having this Poetry section, tanks my blog’s search ranking. Machine algorithms find it hard to figure out what poetry is about.

Poems don’t even have the same sentence structure as normal written language. They aren’t used as references. It’s even hard to comment on, and often the enjoyment is personal and not really a shareable thing.

So search engines consider it as ‘not useful’. A site that hosts content that does not fit descriptions of ‘useful information’, takes a hit.

But I don’t care. There is a line you often have to draw in life that separates between what is reasonable to compromise, and what should never be. It is the human line.

Some places you travel to, and people you meet, inspire poetry.

And some travel stories can only be told in verse.

So I will write them in poetry. Because stories are for humans.

 

~HELLO~

Wide sands, open sea
Surf rising, breakers chasing our knees
Brown shore diamonds twinkling
A million stars wishing

Long walk in the water
Sun burning, breezes waver
Deep in talk of – everything
Space-time vanishing

Through the doorway darkling
Refuge from the day glaring
A hundred lights in a daytime night
Candle flame fairy sight

Grotto green sanctuary
Curios scattered curiously
One morning restores us two
Enough to prove it anew.

~GOODBYE~

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