Poems on Existential Human Condition

Touchstone (2005)

by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro

Under a football scoreboard, a weekly stretching of legs, waist high,
    before and after jogging.
A shoe touches one scratched broken ½” scarred indent, of a steel pole.
No one knows our connection, and one day all that will be left is
    A scarred indent that the sole no longer touches.

J: (2018) This poem about your sole on the pole is pretty poignant. Oh, sad! I wonder, will your pole miss your sole?:-)

A Temporary Respite

by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro (10/22/18)

Brown pine needles , tree
Aging….five crows land on limbs…
Still provides respite

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Life Passage

Going through my life

Years wash away… A small boat

heading to unknown

 

Deane’s thoughts

(l970’s) Thought at the time: hard to keep a sense of “shore” and solidity.

10/5/23 rereading it 50 years later:   guess it all depends on

How strong the boat, how choppy the water, how serene the oarsperson 😀

 

Johanna’s comment,  8/5/2024. I liked the original metaphor – life is indeed a small boat, who knows where it is going, and certainly the years are consumed by the tides that ebb and flow.  The more mature reflection is wonderful – funny, clever, and the questions one asks after a lot of years have come and gone!

Remembering

I am grass from long ago

the wind is in my hair

and I am the wind flowing through me.

 

From the point of beginning the many became

yet from one source

 

We are members of One, as I experience the

re-membering of that unity

Cosmic Energy

let the divine energy flow through you

in such abundance

your every cell quivers

with knowing the holy union

 

Brat playful smile

a touch almost cosmic tickling

caring words bathe

as healing hand caress

with radiance from a sacred source

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