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

I am not naked in my dreams

Nor am I motionless in motion
Windless as a sail
On a boat bereft

whites

These are the tiniest of flowers, however when you see them bunched together like this it looks like the finest bouquet in the world.

Three Kisses - Anita Holzberg

Three kisses from nowhere
Oh, yes I guess
I knew where they were from

Three kisses
that kept the sun shining
that kept away the rain
that said "do not weep".

Fact: they were unexpected
Fact: they were uninitiated.

I would tell you from whom they were from
But, why kiss and tell.

thistle

This small flower in my garden reminded me of Scotland -

Begonia - I think!

Some planting that I did at the weekend - I guess this is a typical English bedding plant.

Golf course

The golf course at Brandesburton has some lovely twists and turns (I only know this from going past it - I have never played golf!). I thought this bunker was particularly poetic.

Spring in England

Is this not the best time of year in England!! - For me it is, the expectation of summer to come and the winter behind us - it's all in the journey not in the arriving isn't it!!

Bluebell Woods at Ranmore Common

A Garden Poem - Anita Holzberg

Rabbits run
   chipmunks travel fast on high wires
        hummingbirds dart near
 feeders
 
               Spring
 looms
                
     like a beautiful cloud
 
                
             we step into
                
                
 rain
                
 green grass
                
                 red
 roses
                
            impossible
 dreams
                
                
   come
                
             in the middle of
 the night
 
                
              romance
 the stone.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg
prayers for susan, my sister
May 3, '10

thoughts - Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow
    there will be a clean table
         a new stainless sink
               a faucet that does not drip
                  in my 60's kitchen

 Renovation breeds innovation
  sketches appear in a sketch book
      long noses
             big fancy ball dresses
                 with skinny spaghetti straps
                       high heeled shoes to match

                I dream of lips with ffresh color
                     creamy
                             like ices
                   that one licks on a summer's day.

Anita S. Holzberg
Thoughts
May 2, '10

Tractor at Hornsea in April

Speak Spring - Anita Holzberg

Speak to the running brook
  Hang from the nearest tree
     recite a poem for you and me

Stand under a mighty oak
     do bring your diet coke
         or lemonade
              time goes
            you know
               it is the Spring breeze
                   that tells me so.

        Anita Schiffman Holzberg
        Thoughts about Camp Somerset
            Rutherford  summers
        May 2, '10

my favourite pillows

the revolution is looking straight into pain and not playing the game - Anita Holzberg

the revolution is writing at its best

the revolution is self evolving from writing

the revolution is standing tall in the storm

the revolution is 
        looking straight into pain and not playing
                   the game
the revolution is reaching out to the littlest child

the revolution is Owen and me singing 

the revolution is evolving
    much like an non-stop top
           evolving
                  churning
                       yearning
                coming back to center
                         full circle
                     for that chance
                           that unadulterated chance
                                  to find the Peace
                               music is on the path
                                       but more than that
                                         truth
                                          I must speak
                                       truth to myself
                                                some one
                                           can hear it
                                         If I hear it
                                       it is important
                                        as breath itself.

Midnight and Beyond
Writings of the heart/spirit/soul
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 5, '10