In the waking lights vanish the flickering at 1 AM I walk the path the high diving board far I nest in like the season rain, good food on a stove simmering long conversations before the fire light In the waking the birds sing a muted song the roads are set out before me like the river wide and vast small and meandering those little birds light my path.

thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In truth the budding rose is queen the river waits for no one time places no pity we row in a sea of seaweed the joy is in the rowing I came for thee in twilight You heard my call in truth yearning to be free begets freedom falling now in a sea I rowed to shore and the boggie man did not come. Anita S. Holzberg Yearning to be free begets freedom

from Anita x

Just sending you a big hug today
Your blog looks great
Ours looks great too
We are a team you and me
Across continents
That does not stop us
the words and photographs are snapped
Instant messages across the seas

Someday you and I will meet
Fast friends before the horizon
Fast buddies in crime and intention

xxxAnita

Lip gloss Mouths-Anita Holzberg

Time will be
the balance
the scales will shift
the moon rises
apple pie smells sweet
popcorn pops
six gentlemen say goodbye to
six elegant ladies
convertables will converge
in the sea
of the rioting 60's

2010
the i pad rises
the i phone receives
laptops become dream machines
spouting out video games, wii
children's programs that
whistle
tunes of promise

The world is changing
climate shifts
sushi bars emerge
Indian saris take the scene
among the Chinese faces
that settled before

The world changes
there is a shift of values
down home cooking
sleep number beds
portable fireplaces
walk into rooms
heated the world has become
struggles in Haiti and the Sudan
the Brazilizn heart beat
the great grand slam of
hair
the Branzilian hair blow
it lasts 3 months only $350/ a steal

Lip gloss mouths
rabbit run tunnels
staid and true
dreams attach
for me and you.

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg

Picture this - Anita Holzberg

Picture this
the Philistines said it
the holder of the Holy Grail
mentioned it
the survivors of 911 spoke it
the lone hiker jailed in Iran
lived it

Parting ways
on the rim of time
in the sealed jail

they spoke it I am f r e e
we heard it, too.


Lovi
November 11 2010
Irving Schiffman passed on this date 1987
He was a Veteran of the first order
One of the 36 men who passed the torch
to his daughters and their daughters and grandchildren
In his efforts to help his community, my Dad very often
put his hand in his pocket and helped the poor. He
dispensed prescriptions for over 40 years and loved
to laugh, dance, and sing. He was a natural athlete
could play stick ball, basketball, golf, tennis--any
sport he could master. He could speak any language
and make the person he was with laugh, too. My
Dad, today I salute for the legacy you gave us, for
believing I was a writer, for holding my hand during
my darkest hours, for making me laugh at myself and
for giving me Hebrew lessons for our rich Jewish
Heritage. You were a Jewish Mensch. G-d bless You, DAD.

Anita Holzberg

In the waxing and waning the pain persists like a needle going through hands lips remain without pain I color my lips I wear my new leopard sweater I dance around the room Il Vivo I live in this recuperating moments in these moments where the spirit meets the pain and says "enough" and the weight follows the pain getting higher and higher I register for a Pilate's class anything to get the stomach core smaller and in balance after Thanksgiving I will take the class. Amen Anita S. Holzberg November 12, '10

water poem - Anita Holzberg

Water rises to the level
We hope that water rises to the level of what we need
Sunnyvale water is controlled by the Santa Clara Water Co.

Drop by drop
I taste thee,
filtered, tap, or refrigerated

I hold my glass up to the light
the cool liquid flows throughout my body
enhanced by dandelion root drops

My heart flows with the circulation
of water
I can feel it in my toes
no numb feet
just rotating dancing toes

OH!

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg
November 11, '10

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

In the deep seated silence my yard a vehicle for peace a bowl of chicken barley soup & vegetables before me some water to wash it down my feet bare on the cement patio floor my Autumn red sweater popped over gray jeans Completeness is feeling comfort by yourself No birds this afternoon Only the 70 degree California sun on my shoulder Is it really November? Anita S. Holzberg November 6, '10

Forward steps - Anita Holzberg

Searching for truth
in old envelops
old e mails
photos from 30 years ago

I decided not to go back

forward steps
on the killing ground

to find sound ground
the feet firmly planted

in the s i l e n c e s

love walks in, too.

in the dreaming - Anita Holzberg

in the dreaming in that moment when the mind is clear words come and go the bright light shines you know in the dreaming dogs bark children run the sun is on my shoulder and those that light my path. Lovi for those that light my path Anita S. Holzberg

WORDS - Anita Holzberg

words whisper in the before morning day
words that are the heart beat
the fall colors spill with these words
the subconscious mind
takes us far
into the night
begins the day at 3 AM
waltzing
around the kitchen
I see you face
hold your hand
as you dance with me.

Anita S. Holzberg

I write - Anita Holzberg

I write
like pearls are in the water
      pure white pearls
        swimming

      In the dreaming
        sheets of memory pass
             brilliant days in the sun
                on my mother's porch
                    on the tennis court
                         in a cool lake

                      In the dreaming
            I hold these truths

                      there is a better life
                    I can taste it
             I really can.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg