Two woman, Anita Holzberg and Ann Wainwright met over the internet with Bill Costley,
their common friend, whose wife Carolin had been Ann's good friend. Starting in
June '09, Anita sent a Cupcake poem to Ann's website cakecakecake, after seeing
the photo of cupcakes. The poem was about her grandson's first birthday party. Ann
liked that and it was the start of a wonderful exchange of poems from Anita to Ann and
Ann with color, photos, and lay-out savvy, presented them to the blog. Now, in 2010,
the two women so alike in spirit and interests, have started BetweenFriends, a new blog
site where they can combine ideas about their worlds. Ann lives in Northern UK
(Teesside). Anita lives in Northern California, Sunnyvale, (Silicon Valley where all the
computers are.) We share our lives on this blog and hope you will comment and share
yours too, dear readers and enjoy the "ride".

Friday 28 May 2010

I stand over her

for protection
for protest
for payment

'Look at me, look at me!'


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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!

Wednesday 26 May 2010

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

Monday 24 May 2010

Sunday 23 May 2010

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.

Saturday 22 May 2010

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

Friday 21 May 2010


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

Thursday 20 May 2010

I am not naked in my dreams

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

Wednesday 19 May 2010

Monday 17 May 2010

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.

Sunday 16 May 2010

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.

Wednesday 12 May 2010

thistle


This small flower in my garden reminded me of Scotland -

Monday 10 May 2010

Begonia - I think!

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

Sunday 9 May 2010

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.

Thursday 6 May 2010

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!!

Tuesday 4 May 2010

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

Monday 3 May 2010

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

Sunday 2 May 2010

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

Saturday 1 May 2010

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