The Tumultuous Tempest
I remember the day she came to play
In our pen of love and joy
A forgotten surf, on her turf
The amore was just a ploy
Her lover boy, only a toy
manipulated and molded
In full sight, for special delight
Where images have been folded
She left me free for all to see
Bereft and devastated
Alone and scared, never paired
I waited and debated
Only with her scent, I'm spent
Her fragrance lingers still
I feel her verve upon each nerve
In memoirs of her will
So why am I, riding high
Immersed yet in her domain?
My recollection of her affection
Carries meaning I retain
And when I fret just to forget
The ardor she invited
Always jumping, her heart pumping
Consumed and still excited
How could I know, the inner show
That caught me by surprise
I thought I knew her beauty, too
I never thought demise
No flame will nest upon her breast
Where cancer had been found
Although I flirt near the dirt
That now adorns her crown
I only recall, the ardent fall
Gazing at the stone so brave
As I came near, I shed a tear
By the silence at her grave |
Who Am I, Really?
I am the one who draws the blood
I deliver pain and plight
The menace in the evening
The heat you fear at night
Hungry are those
They sing in depths of fear
Where Lucifer debates
And Hades ever near
We share a common goal
Letting them perspire
Mentally condoning war
They're lured into my fire
This poem first appeared in Nocturnal Lyric and was subsequently published in a poetry chapbook entitled, Touching the Sky
Summer Trance
Nature's warmed rhythm
Sharpens light of summer dawn
Beneath cirrus veil
Entranced by song birds
A July wave promises
When the fruit grows sweet
Withering in heat
August's arid winds prevail
Where bounty is spent
Summer Trance is composed of three related haiku poems.
Copyright © 2004 by D. Wayne Dworsky.
All rights reserved. |
The Concrete Jungle
Ebb and tide of the city pride
Holds secrets few have seen
Nooks and crannies in high places
Where life is so serene
Snatching prey on a sunny day
Gulls swoop in gaceful motion
Sailing high on the seaside winds
Soaring over the ocean
Adrift on dust, enmeshed in rust
Tiny creatures will abound
Not the common bugs you know
Mites with alien faces found
High in the sky, a dragonfly
Meanders through the canopy
Finds refuge in a soggy marsh
A wondrous shelter in a tree
Flying low, near shallow flow
Moving in a hypnotic trance
Flying slow near the water
Sharing a complex mating dance
High on a hedge, or building ledge
Where a fight for space ensues
Dropping bombs on passersby
When vultures pay their dues
Pigeons rather peck or gather
On steel cables flanking towers
Always circling for remnants
Searching cityscapes for hours
Glide on freezes, ride on breezes
Geese flock to a pond
Surviving concrete canyons
In nature's trusting bond
Most of all, they never fall
Those creatures that encroach
Don't ever step upon one
The dreaded cockroach! |
Although he grew up in New Jersey, D. Wayne Dworsky was born in Brooklyn, NY, in 1944. He recognized his love of nature at a very young age. In 1980 he graduated from Herbert H. Lehman College with a Bachelor of Arts Degree and launched his career in education in 1984 by teaching mathematics, which would span 21 years. Between 1983 and 1984 he achieved recognition in the Mohonk Preserve in the Shawangunks as a first-class rock climber, which led to his conquest of the Matterhorn in Zermat, Switzerland in 1985. From 1978 to 1985 he served as editor of the newsletter put out by the Spina Bifida Associate of Greater New York. In 1987 he received his Master's Degree from City College. In 2004 he retired from teaching and began to publish. He now resides with his family in New York City. 