If imagined
we walk in other directions
follow other dreams
touch reality with a match
incubate the future
stand in the mud of the present
chocolate on our faces
If imagined
stars infiltrate
the horizon is green
tall trees staged
a backdrop
for mystery,
vision is about that, too.
Saturday 31 December 2011
If Imagined - Anita Holzberg
Peace - Anita Holzberg
Tomorrow the peace will come
internal peace
that resonates with the calm river
of the mind
that refurbishes the stream
of understanding
that comes after many attempts
to shut down the voices
that undermine
that take over the spirit
Today the peace is here
no scurrying around
no stop and go life
I never leave the house
my sanctuary
with quilts on beds
white mugs for coffee
soft beige towels
for bathing
strawberries and raspberry herbal tea
stationary bikes
a spa within a spa
internal peace
that resonates with the calm river
of the mind
that refurbishes the stream
of understanding
that comes after many attempts
to shut down the voices
that undermine
that take over the spirit
Today the peace is here
no scurrying around
no stop and go life
I never leave the house
my sanctuary
with quilts on beds
white mugs for coffee
soft beige towels
for bathing
strawberries and raspberry herbal tea
stationary bikes
a spa within a spa
time goes under my fingers
the computer an unbelievable force
peace comes quietly
after so many years
I surrender Now
I stand in the sun now
tranquil and strong.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In Counsel - Anita Holzberg
I talked to a 16 year old
as if he was my son or grandson
Ask him about his goals
Counseled him about his life
Tell him never give up on your dreams
It was a brief 5 min. or less
conversation
Who knows if it was effectual
I did believe in those words and live
my life with that ethic
Ending 2011 with so much
counsel
Counseling my caregivers
I guess I have lived a lot
lost a lot
gained a lot in the process
In a few words
I know nothing about nothing
I know that you
create a life
and hope for the
best
life is about learning
every step of the way.
Anita S. Holzberg
as if he was my son or grandson
Ask him about his goals
Counseled him about his life
Tell him never give up on your dreams
It was a brief 5 min. or less
conversation
Who knows if it was effectual
I did believe in those words and live
my life with that ethic
Ending 2011 with so much
counsel
Counseling my caregivers
I guess I have lived a lot
lost a lot
gained a lot in the process
In a few words
I know nothing about nothing
I know that you
create a life
and hope for the
best
life is about learning
every step of the way.
Anita S. Holzberg
Wednesday 28 December 2011
Finding Paradise - Anita
In purple robes I sing
In long white sashes I write
in infinite wanderings
I see the future with a bright light
So many years of tears
gone now
the vision is clear
Poets have vision
Rabbis and Priests have vision
children have vision, too
eyes open
I see the world as Nathan says
"Paradise."
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Life is a Collage - Anita Holzberg
Life is a collage of scenes, experiences,
pop in and out moments
never the same moment twice
a newborn cries for mama's milk
in an instant she is satisfied
the day
begins before the day
old friends pop in
haven't seen in months
conversation flows
in an instant
we are back
Under my fingers,
Now.
I record these sweet
moments.
pop in and out moments
never the same moment twice
a newborn cries for mama's milk
in an instant she is satisfied
the day
begins before the day
old friends pop in
haven't seen in months
conversation flows
in an instant
we are back
Under my fingers,
Now.
I record these sweet
moments.
POEM by Anita
In the newness of the day
the q u i e t
comes
on the back of a turtle
s l o w l y
the world wakes up
5:30 AM
time to write
commune
with nature
and my beating heart.
the q u i e t
comes
on the back of a turtle
s l o w l y
the world wakes up
5:30 AM
time to write
commune
with nature
and my beating heart.
Tuesday 27 December 2011
Bob Engler, a Tribute - Anita Holzberg
In straight rows they sang white starched shirts, red ties polished shoes it was Christmas the choir at the Congregational Church on my block was outstanding. I did not go to that church but their voices could be heard outside on my block on the street. My friend Bob, went to that church He passed away from spinal and prostrate Cancer The big C was in his family. He was a wonderful pet owner and great friend Even now, a few weeks after his passing I miss his joking and strong sense of responsibility to his friends, his animals, his house. A true blue friend will be missed as I start the New Year. He did not make it to the 50th reunion, he never was a Dad, although he would have been the best Dad ever. He fought in Vietnam and was shot. Horror stories later about Vietnam vets Bob walked the straight and narrow Only honor about him Honor to know him and love him. Amen G-d rest his soul in Heaven.
Saturday 24 December 2011
Poem for the New Year
Touch the fingers of those you love
Stand in the rain with courage
Start the new day with promise in your heart
Encourage the sick, the lonely, those in need
Stand in your truth--for myself be true
Worry not about the next turn in the road
Seize the moment of kindness
Be grateful in your heart, mind, and spirit
Be loving
This New Year is about Giving
Giving on all levels
I wish you a Wonderful New Year
Anita S. Holzberg
Time does not eradicate tears - Anita Holzberg
time does not eradicate tears
or the last kiss I had
you in Assisted living
wheelchair bound
time does not take away the pain
of family
not showing up
when they should
time does not eradicate the small whisper
of sadness at dusk
no one here to share a meal
time does not take away all the burdens
all the expectations that hang on a clothesline
time does move us forward
the space I am now
is that of a writer at work
always that time to think
to find new phrases
infinite
that I create.
or the last kiss I had
you in Assisted living
wheelchair bound
time does not take away the pain
of family
not showing up
when they should
time does not eradicate the small whisper
of sadness at dusk
no one here to share a meal
time does not take away all the burdens
all the expectations that hang on a clothesline
time does move us forward
the space I am now
is that of a writer at work
always that time to think
to find new phrases
infinite
that I create.
Friday 23 December 2011
If not for Loving - Anita Holzberg
If not for loving
I would not have taken my steps unto a new life
If not for loving
I would not have opened my heart and home to friends and family
If not for loving
I would not go the distance in mind and spirit
For loving, lights the way
A smallest child feels it
A leaf experiences the fresh rain
A river is replenished by it
If not for loving
the greatest star would not shine
but
for loving
life returns
enriched and as beautiful
as a fuchsia orchid
If not for loving.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
For my friends and famil
I would not have taken my steps unto a new life
If not for loving
I would not have opened my heart and home to friends and family
If not for loving
I would not go the distance in mind and spirit
For loving, lights the way
A smallest child feels it
A leaf experiences the fresh rain
A river is replenished by it
If not for loving
the greatest star would not shine
but
for loving
life returns
enriched and as beautiful
as a fuchsia orchid
If not for loving.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
For my friends and famil
Christmas 2011 - Anita Holzberg
In moons I sing
rainbows have feet
Good friends
around the firelight meet
The warmth of family
a song for Christmas dear.
(We hold dear
It's clear.)
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
New Dawn - Anita Holzberg
New dawn
the world wakes up
rainbows have feet
lips pucker
s p i r i t s lift
as light spreads
q u i e t l y
through the trees.
the world wakes up
rainbows have feet
lips pucker
s p i r i t s lift
as light spreads
q u i e t l y
through the trees.
On Pillows I Lie... Anita Holzberg
On pillows I lie
in quilts I w a n d e r
on down and silk I am mellow
waiting
for the tide to change
for the mountains to give a sign
for breakfast with eggs and bacon
for waffles with maple syrup
for all that ends
well begins well
Amen.
in quilts I w a n d e r
on down and silk I am mellow
waiting
for the tide to change
for the mountains to give a sign
for breakfast with eggs and bacon
for waffles with maple syrup
for all that ends
well begins well
Amen.
Riding Out the Tide - Anita Holzberg
Riding out the tide,
Saturday dusk is almost here
4:30 now
the shadows come in, the fog too
Northern California is having a dry spell
Rainy season has not started
over hither and yon
a rabbit hops in open sky
a black and white cat lingers at the door
more food in the offing
I take in all that I have experienced
no pain in my knees now
a clear shot to heaven
written in one of my poems
a few years hence
optimism reigns
presents wrapped
piano sings
unto thee
and all who walk with me
on my path.
Amen....
Saturday dusk is almost here
4:30 now
the shadows come in, the fog too
Northern California is having a dry spell
Rainy season has not started
over hither and yon
a rabbit hops in open sky
a black and white cat lingers at the door
more food in the offing
I take in all that I have experienced
no pain in my knees now
a clear shot to heaven
written in one of my poems
a few years hence
optimism reigns
presents wrapped
piano sings
unto thee
and all who walk with me
on my path.
Amen....
Friday 16 December 2011
Morning Rain - Anita Holzberg
Morning rain
by my window pane
December walks
the middle of the month runs on cat's feet
over the river
to grandmother's house
the rain makes havoc with the wind
the sweet roots of geraniums sing
at last the water needed
to cleanse the world.
Anita S. Holzberg
by my window pane
December walks
the middle of the month runs on cat's feet
over the river
to grandmother's house
the rain makes havoc with the wind
the sweet roots of geraniums sing
at last the water needed
to cleanse the world.
Anita S. Holzberg
Anita's Poem
Nightime/morning
the sun does not come up yet
Picchu yelping for food
I walk out in the dark
she finds the bowl
I am happy she is happy
Time moves me
I am not afraid of
staying alone
in my house
there is comfort here
healthy food
and fleece blankets
warm socks
cover my feet
6 weeks since the surgery
doing well
the sun does not come up yet
Picchu yelping for food
I walk out in the dark
she finds the bowl
I am happy she is happy
Time moves me
I am not afraid of
staying alone
in my house
there is comfort here
healthy food
and fleece blankets
warm socks
cover my feet
6 weeks since the surgery
doing well
New Day - Anita Holzberg
Up early
the dawn does not catch my breath
of the wild turkeys that trot past my deck
or the infinite wonder of
a new day tettoring
Come rain or shine
the q u i e t peace that comes
with writing reigns.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
the dawn does not catch my breath
of the wild turkeys that trot past my deck
or the infinite wonder of
a new day tettoring
Come rain or shine
the q u i e t peace that comes
with writing reigns.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday 14 December 2011
Anita's new poem
In this early morning
the birds quiet
my Israeli music streaming
about love and hope
I have love and hope now
things are changing for the better
for sure, things are changing.
the birds quiet
my Israeli music streaming
about love and hope
I have love and hope now
things are changing for the better
for sure, things are changing.
Today's Dream - Anita Holzberg
Today's dream is on my sleeve
Tomorrow's coffee-- Hazelnut in the pantry
Tides come by
the New Year is a comin'
the nights and mornings cold
I walk
with my walker
soon I will let go
and let go of so many things
this year
to clear the decks
for a good New Year.
I wish you the same.
Tomorrow's coffee-- Hazelnut in the pantry
Tides come by
the New Year is a comin'
the nights and mornings cold
I walk
with my walker
soon I will let go
and let go of so many things
this year
to clear the decks
for a good New Year.
I wish you the same.
Monday 12 December 2011
Clear Sense - Anita Holzberg
In the waking
all is q u i e t
there is a clear sense
of where I am
who I am
where I might be going
the rain has come
the pitter patter of rain walks
in
my mood introspective
the rain
echos this
as the day begins
s p a c e
to think good thoughts
Amen.
all is q u i e t
there is a clear sense
of where I am
who I am
where I might be going
the rain has come
the pitter patter of rain walks
in
my mood introspective
the rain
echos this
as the day begins
s p a c e
to think good thoughts
Amen.
Sunday 11 December 2011
Beginnings - Anita Holzberg
Before
my days were stop and go
random thoughts kept me running
Now,
After surgery
I relearn how to dress, walk, & move
revisit my writings
"who was I in August and September?"
So much has happened here
2 weeks away
3 weeks home
most days never leaving the house
Going nowhere
going e v e r y w h e r e
beginnings
my days were stop and go
random thoughts kept me running
Now,
After surgery
I relearn how to dress, walk, & move
revisit my writings
"who was I in August and September?"
So much has happened here
2 weeks away
3 weeks home
most days never leaving the house
Going nowhere
going e v e r y w h e r e
beginnings
A New Poem - By Anita Holzberg
Birds fly by
not too many this time of year
Soft shades of sun
come in
like streams of promise
Yesterday's worries fleeting
as the morning sun
washes away the pain.
Anita S. Holzberg
December 9, '11
not too many this time of year
Soft shades of sun
come in
like streams of promise
Yesterday's worries fleeting
as the morning sun
washes away the pain.
Anita S. Holzberg
December 9, '11
Tuesday 6 December 2011
CLIMBING = a poem by Anita Holzberg
In Peace I come like the budding rose
I met my match
G=d knows what that means
as time moves us forward
the infinite sand castles are built
the rivers flush their banks
pyramids come to mind
climbing upward
and onward
satisfying dreams with a turn of the dime
I wanted all that
skies o p e n
rain comes
softly on my shoulders.
I met my match
G=d knows what that means
as time moves us forward
the infinite sand castles are built
the rivers flush their banks
pyramids come to mind
climbing upward
and onward
satisfying dreams with a turn of the dime
I wanted all that
skies o p e n
rain comes
softly on my shoulders.
Sunday 4 December 2011
A Poem - By Anita
Birds fly by
I do not know why
they go so high
in the sky
Time moves us
we never stay in the same place
twice
The New Year is on the wing
sweet memories
grace my face
as I walk
to a new found place.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
December 3, '11
I do not know why
they go so high
in the sky
Time moves us
we never stay in the same place
twice
The New Year is on the wing
sweet memories
grace my face
as I walk
to a new found place.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
December 3, '11
December Walks In - Anita Holzberg
December w a l k s
in
wind that feels like a hurricane
trees down
buzz saws afterward
In an instant
the Christmas season is thrust upon us
2011 is fleeting
2012 an enigma
as I drink my morning coffee
visions piggyback visions
a windfall of pastpresentfuture
comes to mind.
Anita S. Holzberg
in
wind that feels like a hurricane
trees down
buzz saws afterward
In an instant
the Christmas season is thrust upon us
2011 is fleeting
2012 an enigma
as I drink my morning coffee
visions piggyback visions
a windfall of pastpresentfuture
comes to mind.
Anita S. Holzberg
Thursday 1 December 2011
In Gratitude - Anita Holzberg
In g r a t i t u d e
I come
like the grateful cat
getting her meal on time
so many people have walked through
my doors
bringing food and conversation
New friends, too!
and my wonderful family
liven up these days of recovery.
Amen.
Monday 28 November 2011
Poetry is my life - Anita Holzberg
Poetry is my life
fragrant rose at dawn
I am not forlorn
When I am writing
the words
drop
as petals
on firm ground.
fragrant rose at dawn
I am not forlorn
When I am writing
the words
drop
as petals
on firm ground.
Friday 25 November 2011
Thanksgiving 2011 - Anita holzberg
It is Thanksgiving. A wonderful holiday In America.
We gather our families together and eat roasted turkey, stuffing made with
mushrooms, wild rice, and
bread chunks, green beans, a salad, sweet potatoes and marshmallows, and of
course pumpkin pie.
We each say what we are thankful for. This year dear readers, I am thankful for
my new knee that is
allowing me to stand tall again and walk better. I am thankful for all my
friends and family that have
rallied around me before and after my surgery. I am thankful for Ann Wainwright
from England and
all the fun things we share!!!
We gather our families together and eat roasted turkey, stuffing made with
mushrooms, wild rice, and
bread chunks, green beans, a salad, sweet potatoes and marshmallows, and of
course pumpkin pie.
We each say what we are thankful for. This year dear readers, I am thankful for
my new knee that is
allowing me to stand tall again and walk better. I am thankful for all my
friends and family that have
rallied around me before and after my surgery. I am thankful for Ann Wainwright
from England and
all the fun things we share!!!
Friday 18 November 2011
I Am Home - Anita Holzberg
I am home
Hazel nut coffee brewing
geraniums blooming
I walked through my front door
wonders never cease!
Hazel nut coffee brewing
geraniums blooming
I walked through my front door
wonders never cease!
Tuesday 1 November 2011
In This Morning - Anita Holzberg
In this morning
Picchu running around the house
silence at every door step
random thoughts about living and dying
come across
adrenalin flowing through my veins
sometimes I can not contain myself
sometimes solid as a rock
need to get clothes together
pack for two weeks
if go to a Care facility
random thoughts about
who I really care for
In this early morning frenzy
life will be different
new knee
new lease on life
starting tomorrow.
G-d speed!
Picchu running around the house
silence at every door step
random thoughts about living and dying
come across
adrenalin flowing through my veins
sometimes I can not contain myself
sometimes solid as a rock
need to get clothes together
pack for two weeks
if go to a Care facility
random thoughts about
who I really care for
In this early morning frenzy
life will be different
new knee
new lease on life
starting tomorrow.
G-d speed!
Monday 31 October 2011
Words from Anita
Before the beating of the rain comes
before surgery
one step two step
even a blue step
November is almost here
cheer cheer.
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November is almost here
the nights chill
right down to my toes
comfy socks
cover the pain..
Thursday 27 October 2011
A Writer's Creed - Anita Holzberg
Before the birds sing
and the sprinklers resound
I take the world
As it is
How many times do I go to the drawing board?
How many times do I place words on a page
Not knowing exactly where they fall
I cherish this time
The silence from within speaking
For reflection is a greater part of
Who I am.
Anita S. Holzberg
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