I Was Cast Into The sky
Sundown scans the landscape
brush shimmering
rocky shore a reflection of nature’s gleam
the woods at night
never call it sleeping.
Today’s struggle upstream meant
cut to the edge of shore where sharp
would not slice bare feet --
the wellness of his life
is a smile he had for her
the return one not meant for me
once it was --
coming winter too short
to say goodbye.
Like a Park
Dexter cows are mooing in our
pasture, a herd of
them snacking on hay
sloshing aside the slough
where ducks gobble flotsam and
six llamas raise snouts
admiring their surroundings.
Green grass, September’s scudding sky
branches within reach, poplar
leaves teasing appetites,
blending of animal, earth and sky.
Bionote
Richard is from Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. His enjoyment of the woods combined with contemporary issues form the basis of his writing. Richard is now concentrating on his poetry, which he believes is like a global adventure in a land without borders. His background as a miner, welfare officer, supply teacher, newspaper reporter, and a further 22 years in social services provide him with ample article material.
Richard has work in print and online with literary magazines such as Inscribed, Hudson View, Short Story Library, Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon 111, Tower Poetry, Caduceus, The Danforth Review, Other Voices International, Rubicon Publishing, Writer's Block, The Foliate Oak, Parenting Express, The Penwood Review, and Blue Skies Poetry.
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
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