by D Shapiro
Seeing
I raised my arms to the vastness of the stars
then gently lowered them to touch the earth
As I did so, my glasses fell awkwardly
over my face, making me look
ludicrous and insignificant.
I cared.
by D Shapiro
I raised my arms to the vastness of the stars
then gently lowered them to touch the earth
As I did so, my glasses fell awkwardly
over my face, making me look
ludicrous and insignificant.
I cared.
by Deane H. Shapiro, Jr
Swimming today, jagged rocks. The ocean palpitating like a jelly fish sway or a breast heaving in an act of love. Frightening, it makes me realize how impotent and small I am, like a speck of dust on the vast womb of the ocean’s roaring surface. Yet once my snorkel mask goes beneath, there is calm, still, quiet calm in which the austere, simple rocks which were buffeted above seem to glow in purple growth, small almost iridescent green coral, splendid blue fish swimming beneath the surface.
Johanna’s comment (2023) on “A Play in Four Acts ” (written in Japan, l970):
Really incredible, a vivid description of love-making that is at first highly sensual and then goes completely sideways. It is powerfully written, especially the “exchange” between you and the ant, your final orgasm, and your decision to write. Strong ending – portrait of the artist. Just great. The language is vivid and compelling !) A powerful piece. Love, J
by D Shapiro
In the sky below
its black eye shimmers;
something stirs,
mirrored in the pond;
a double heron
I see; and wake
by D Shapiro
A soft furry squirrel
claws the trunk of a
weeping willow.
The wind frolics with
the drooping limbs,
blowing skyward.
by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro
DEWDROP
Hanging from a blade
Of grass, a delicate dew
drop reflects the world
by D Shapiro
From a distance the wide leaves of the young coconut tree arched like banana fronds.
But upon approaching one could see the shadow of the tree’s sharply defined needles woven into the grass.
by D Shapiro
Comments from 2018
A water bug scurries
Across a pond, interrupting
The reflection of a decaying tree
by D Shapiro
Drizzle
On a damp leash
a small black dog leads
a rigid unsmiling old man
by Deane H. Shapiro, Jr
The stage is a small one room apartment. What strikes one immediately is the simplicity of the room…almost Spartan in appearance. There is no furniture in the main room. Two people are sleeping on futons. Upon each is an elaborately designed and multi-colored tie dye blanket. To the right, backstage, separating the main room from the kitchen (which is off stage back and only imagined) is a book shelf, and in various spaces within, are tastefully placed sea shells and coral—green, blue, red twigs—like underwater life.