A poem from Anita

Brilliant sun
   over the shoulder dreams
        tomorrow night
               a reading of my work
         before the poet community

         Chances are
             after poetry
                   there is always something
             brewing
                  coffee at Starbucks
                        speaking French
                    fresh apple pie
                      
    Creativity runs through my fingers
             and through all of us.....
                     Honor it!

Anita's poem

The fog rolls in
     the temperature dips
           Monday and Tues near 100
     30 degrees cooler
          We salute the end of August
                  the kids go off to school
              the lazy hazy days of summer fleeting
          I visit some wonderful gardens
                            3 woman together in straw hats
                   the petunias and begonias brimming
                these trimmings
                       bring their own set of joy!

Anita S. Holzberg

Anita Holzberg

Cream colored clouds
       purple morning glories
          excited voices
              the end of August phrases
         In the haze of fog
               I begin my day
            coffee smells so so good
                  as it streams through
              my home.  

School begins -Anita Holzberg

I watched Misaki
   my 5 year old Japanese neighbor
         go off to Kindergarten
     her smile as wide as the new day
   Her day victorious

By Anita

In the winds of change
I walk the diving board
I memorize trees
I do as I please
summer is fleeting
It will remain in my heart.

Anita Holzberg

Imagine 10 poets on a deck
spouting images into the balmy summer air
the tuxedo cat hiding but hearing the words

They came from Pasadena, a city near Los
Angeles and brought a new way of looking
at love, city, hip hop and relationships

My group of poets more conservative and more
studied
gave the balance

Their thoughts echoed deep into the night.

birds

i like birds.
i like the way they can fly.
and eat.
they are cunning
and they can fight
but they are fair.
unlike us.

dog and arm!

this evening

success smells sweet as roses - Anita Holzberg

Success walked in along a trim hedge in my yard 50 poems are out there blog and e mails Amazon.com with all that fan fare I heave a sigh of relief "Hard work never killed anybody," said my mother a woman for all seasons that made us walk to school in snow never a clone I salute all that followed me here the music plays more than ever! Anita Schiffman Holzberg July 13, '10

My new CD for sale - from Anita!

Hi Everyone
I have done a CD of my poems.
Take a listen to the samples and piano
music by me on Amazon.com under
my name ‘Anita Holzberg’ and ENTER IN.

It is my best work yet.
It spans the years 1988 -2010. Love
poems, Poems of Memory
and Loss, Friendship, Family, Nature,
and Poems of Promise. Enjoy! Comments
would be appreciated.

Hugs. Have a wonderful summer.

Anita

Summer 2010 - Anita Holzberg

In orchid moments

     their faces so delicate

            their stems so strong

In orchid moments

        the summer sun

                 touches my shoulder

                          my arms feel her rays

                           the hustle and bustle

                    dissipates in my garden of hope

                              as root beer floats

                         the swimming pool

                                  close.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Anita Holzberg

Underscoring the human in h u m a n i t y I exit the Oakland train a policeman helps me with my suitcase a cafeteria manager pours me a cup of hazelnut coffee and throws in a plain old fashioned donut at 65, my smile still turns heads (joke) I fold up laundry for a friend over 70 he sings my praises the hibiscus blooms bright red near my door-step my garbage cans are taken in by someone Under wraps I see h u m a n i t y waffled -eyed dreams march in the day and the summer breeze never ever the same. Anita Schiffman Holzberg

time for a little nap!

My new felt rose cushions

Places I Frequent - Anita Holzberg

                Oh, memory
         I have ceased to answer thee
                  Martin's photo swept away in the 
                        last de-cluttering
                    his book, his cowboy photo
                          a shining star hits the dust

          I must
                remember that today belongs to today
                     my trip to the UPS store that
                   carried my package in
                   that opened my chest of pots and pans
                            to send back
                that found me a 9 in green fry pan to keep
                                and packed it up
                                        for shipping
                            lickety-split

                       Those women were not clacking bimbos
                    but professionals of paper and packing
                              one a chef at culinary school
                        the other church going

                               from South Africa

                                  little trips I make now
                              to those who care for Seniors
                                      with a cane
                             I find these trips empowering
                                       and heartfelt among
                            dash and din of a day's routine.                 

Waves - Anita Holzberg

Ice cream
cobalt blue sea
seagulls hang over
surf
come up
sometimes rough
beauty is in the sound of the
waves.

Poem for June by Anita Holzberg

Time the great marker
sugar-coated occurrences
wind that does not stop

One white rose appears
then one red
and then a third one--orange

I tell the garden to be my barometer
when the small beaked hummingbird arrives
when the bushy black tailed squirrels ride
my telephone wires high
when summer simulates spring
when curtains ring.




two roses
one white,
one red
meet beyond the wooden shed

each ones' song
out into the universe

June tune.


Anita Schiffman Holzberg
June 29, '10

New thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In shadow
 in darkness
    in unfathomed silences
           the word proceeds the music
the hum proceeds the phrase
   the ditto proceeds what we see in
          Nature
 the chime precedes our deepest joy

(I know this, because I have been there).

Anita Schiffman Holzberg
July 1, '10
July flys

A classic Button pose!

freshly baked brownie muffins baked by Ruth!

Peace -Anita Holzberg

P e  a  c e

    comes q u i e t l y

the anger extinguished

        the fluorescent bulb lasts

                 longer

   throw the clay on the wall

        watch it stick

        the tread of humanity

   rests

       in the resting.

a sparkling jewel

Lessons Learned at Twilight - Anita Holzberg

Twilight   the time between dusk and dark
    
 
     between nodding and unwinding

        between cat's meows and dogs bow-wows.

doggo gnaws on a tasty ankle bone

Home made cheese scones

Finding Peace - Anita Holzberg

In peace I come
to the river
laying down my arms

In openness I come
my heart is listening

In solitude I come
as the clouds roll over
as the sun still not here
the birds wait also

In mirth I come
the snails wiggle
the bunnies hop
the stems of nature always changing

In peace I come
like the running brook
I find the separateness
to be....

Anita S. Holzberg
Searching for Peace
June 10, '10

a small rockery in a dog basket for my friend Betty

Anita Holzberg

In the interim sky begets sky old memories surface I walk up the mountain as a cloud or two floods.

Hi from Anita

Hi! On this glorious hot/almost summer day
Through my mail shoot sat a package from
Ann. Wow, English tea. How special! The flavors
of the tea where very different than here. We have
black tea, and zen tea (green tea), and herbal tea.
Because of the anti=oxygen's and health craze,
herbal tea and green tea are high on the list for us
here in Sunnyvale and the Bay Area. The Bay area
are all those towns in the San Francisco area. I am
in the South Bay.

At any rate, tea is really big now.
I enjoyed my cup of typhoo tea (square tea
bag) with milk and sugar. It had somewhat of a spice
to it. First I made it straight up...and then remembered
that milk might be good and sugar too. I can use stevia
a natural sugar. I too am into the health craze.

So now, as I sip my tea, I think of you Ann,
drinking the same tea....only a few miles as
the crow files across the Atlantic.

Cheers, mon amie.

June Fancy - Anita Holzberg

Now, is the time for silence
   the bird whispers
     the trees bloom
        the roses are in here.
  the month of June.

I stand over her

for protection
for protest
for payment

'Look at me, look at me!'

Anita Holzberg

The world will not end,
by plague or war
nature will stand by
if we protect her.

The tin tea bus that arrives at Christmas to keep Ringtons tea bags in!

bootscraper at my local church

In the Spring rain
A day
to fade in (with the wallpaper)

I prop on top of pillows

I exercise flat in front of TV

I drink my afternoon tea.

Anita Holzberg
May 25, '10

Today's flower - not sure of name

instead of a passion
there worried a shark
who under the blackness
escaped from the dark
underwater wet world
to discover the night
and then to the sunrise
to bask in the light

there were no voices,
as the sun went down.

unused to such quiet
they busied themselves
in their hands

beach-blue bodies
full of remorse.

always a gamble

latte v mocha
black v white
good v evil

who can decide,
at the edge of the lake,
on whether to leap
or to put on the brake

Unavailable for business,
her shutters were down

she lay in the field,
wrapped in a cone of barley
topped off with a sunshine sauce

She jumps puddles
Wears nothing but a smile
Hiding all in her eyes

Wide-mouthed vessel
of brick-red clay

With lilac-scented breath,
wisps of hair misbehaving
in the wind

He had scissors


With his scissors he did cut
and
With his fingers he did weave
and
With his whisperings he did breathe

some flesh into the lives of others



all done with utmost care,
great aplomb

never knowingly undertold