Okay. So I took a stab at poetry, once. A majority of it was terrible. Some, not so terrible. Here is one that’s decent:
by Sean C. Wright-Neeley
In my heaven,
I would stay seven
And stroll a beach of chocolate shore.
Red butterflies fill skies, and swoop & dip,
As I don a skirt of roses on my hip.
There would be no dirt, no hurt, no tears, no fears.
No need for wishing.
Only my dishing
up French fries for breakfast while smiling up a rainbow;
one that’s not from a rude rain…
Sunflowers float around, too, sans stems.
How can something look so beautiful when decapitated?
Floral fumes never decrease or cease; no frowns to crease the face.
No cholesterol. No aerosol. No harps or wings.
Just colorful, busy things.
An eternal kindergarten for a woman on the edge of 50.
Joy, like finding pennies on the ground with your birth year.
I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.
Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment…
It’s now the year 3005 on that terraformed planet. We get a peek into the life of a bright and sensitive teenaged boy, Skoll, through his journal. He loves his world, but is curious about life on Earth. Then suddenly, an epic event casts him in the middle of a difficult decision. The fate of the planet’s community is in his hands.
Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!