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.