Cee Rhiannon

Author’s Note: This is actually sort-of found poetry — I made it from picking words and phrases out of a weird a** stream-of-consciousness thing I wrote on Philip S. Naudus’ Koala Quill writing platform, to make up my minutes for my guild! I’m not sure it makes any sense whatsoever, but it sounds pretty cool, so I’m counting it as a win ;) Micropoetry is very short, and the M-site notoriously equates read-time with quality, and a lack of read-time with a lack of quality.

No Concentrating Today Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Niklas Hamann on Unsplash My thoughts keep flitting and tripping from one mental rung to the next. It’s too difficult to concentrate on anything right now. Maybe it’s just the way that the world is. Author’s Note: Bit of a simple-ish one for you *shrugs* — hope you liked it. Micropoetry is super-short and our almighty algorithmic overlords here on the M-site prioritise high read-time, and punish a lack of it.

(tears tears tears) cry a river cry a mountain cry a day cry a night tears tears tears sorrow holding its domain (pain pain pain pain) don’t know what i’m doing where i’m going (pain pain pain pain) what is the world someone ex-plain (please please please) someone ex-plain this pain to me someone ex-plain the shame to me someone ex-plain how we got here and where we’re going the world is on fire and i don’t know how i don’t know why (nothing makes sense nothing makes sense) and the world...