Poems

by D Shapiro

Little pudgy hand
wrapped around my finger
holding me near for comfort and solace
those accepting eyes

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by D Shapiro

Hi Precious Gang, (July, 2022)

I found a poem I wrote from 1974  while changing Shauna’s diapers (actually probably not while changing them, but afterwards, reflecting on it!) For those who have done it, you’ll get it; for those who will one day do it (Hi James, Liam, Nate, Jackson, and yes, even Skyla and Weston!) you’ll see:

Hands awkwardly fumble

to capture a moment of the

fleeting passage

Aw meaning on so many levels (sunrise, sunset, swiftly go the years….!:)

by the Shapiro Family – linked verse – Deane, Johanna, Jena, Josh, Shauna – published in The Laguna Beach Anthology of Poetry & Short Fiction

Linked verse in linked family: Johanna and Deane traveled for a year in Asia, including time at the Zen Daitokuji monastery in Kyoto, and a Chan monastery in Taroko Gorge, Taiwan after they married (ah, just celebrated their 48th anniversary!). During that time, they wrote a small book of poetry, including haiku. They noted that “It was wonderful to reconnect to that part of ourselves again, and to invite our (now adult) children Shauna, Jena, Josh (all of whom grew up in Laguna, attending Top of the World, Thurston, and Laguna Beach High School) to join us. We joke linked verse and linked family in love and poetry.”

Monk in a hurry
walks right past Enlightenment
Too bad he missed it

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One good thing sent to family, Shabbat, 12/13/13

Dear Precious Family,
On Sunday’s I talk a slow walk around Dana Point Harbor (maybe 15 minutes). So many potential “poems” pass me on this walk: it’s like humanity at its best

*two kids, one 7, Asian rounded face a little chubby; bright eyes with her brother, 4; tag you’re it; giggles, each barely moves, now tag you’re it, more giggles and then they go running around a bench;
*bird man; a guy just sitting and feeding the birds
*people walking– old ones, young ones families; birds in water; humanity at its best, just enjoying itself
–and me old, an man reflected in window, slowly walking just bathing myself in their joy interactions, a kaleidoscope of shapes, colors….very happy moment….

love love, poppers of filled with poems felt but not yet written

J comment: what a lovely image of people as poems walking by you! That’s really beautiful. All the specific images are so sweet as well, and I love your summing up: “humanity at its best, just enjoying itself”. This is great. You are indeed filled with poems, you ARE a poem. I so respect your appreciation of these wonderful moments. Love, J

by D Shapiro

Dear Precious Children, I received a package a month ago for father’s day with a question on the envelope about my self control: Could I not open it for a month? Are you kidding–asking me, the master of self control!)&#(*$

In the package was a haiku:

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