JIM - Anita Holzberg

nor rain, or hail

stop or go

I see your face

your genuine smile

that is enough that I keep going

Time the gaunt executioner

I think not

Time on your side

Like the coming of Spring

the reawakening of Jim

I start my day

life is about starts and stops

goings and comings

resigning to do this

steps to you

a daily occurrence

and the peace that comes

after

never ever imagined.

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 17th (car accident anniversary

alive and well.)

Exercise Class - Anita Holzberg

marching in exercise class

exuding a dance, a squeeze of the chest

how I just take this for granted

Since October, twice a week............no matter how

I feel I am there

Rigorous it is not

I barely make the cut with the bulk being mid 70's and '80

they are more adept than I

Rapid river grunt

its exercise class and the laughing is done with a kind

exercise teacher

who gives us health tidbits along the way

coctails to continue

no matter the weather, mood, or tempo.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

what is it about a dream - Anita

What is it

About a dream

that streams continuously

the long lean body of memory

pushes her forward

like silk in the wind

just before the rainstorm

just before the photographs

of the mind are taken?

What is it about

a dream

of you and me

I am thee

scenes from an unfinished movie

the happy ever after ending

scrolls

What is it?

About the dream

Today I see you sleeping like a baby

with whiskers

somehow they like your furry

chin

somehow I watch you day

in day out

a brain reawakening

hands and feet moving

a body that refuses to say die.

It is mid night now

the scenes of three months pack a movie house

they rattle my brain sometimes

they bring a seething panic to my body

chill

however, the dream on its fours

comes by

visits me in those desperate hours

making me

sane and focused

on your recovery

however big or small

however permanent

or ephemeral

the dream stays

the winds come

the rain washes

the sun comes out

the rainbows

that are made in heaven

dance

in prayer

in love

What it is about a dream?

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

February 15, 2011

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Anita poem

subject/predicate

I am the noun and verb

until you speak

you are the noun and verb

your speech so correct, so much thinking

I thank G-d for that

today you said

"I love you" it clearly meant that

Time is a wash

We are at another threshold

I thank my friends who believed in Jim's return

I thank myself for always going to his bedside

even in the tough times

Life is a leaf

a series of leaves building

nests of leaves

make a house

with my love,

I made for thee a house.........

sturdy and true

I praise God for thee

for me and you.

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 13, 2011

Picchu. "Come In" - Anita Holzberg

In this still night

where the wildlife plays

outside

when the temperature goes way down

Picchu comes in

sleeps on my bed

she loves the new quilt

In this still night

where waxing and waning

of

what is

looms

what was far behind

You said "I love you" today

to me

all the days before pale

all the hopes ride on this phrase

Last year a movie and a simple dinner for

Valentine's Day was our menu

This year another day at the hospital

waiting for tubes to leave is our present

and intensive rehab to begin

I can not fast forward

I can only stay in the present

every day another step

another nuance of

recovery for You

The mad hatter of the mind

goes nowhere

only the still night

beckons

I will get Picchu

here

to spend the night

as you sometimes did

a black tuxedo cat

company and entertainment

that's what I need

"Come in Picchu, Come in."

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 12, '11

A Night Time activity - Anita

Hither and Yon

I take this time to remember

how we used to be

6:30 TV News

lamb chops and asparagus

baked potato

vanilla ice cream

a sit by the den

real coffee

I take this time to thank you

for all those evenings

as clear as silk

as love walked in

and drew a circle around us

we knew it was special

we really did.

In the interim

I keep the fires burning

the hope alive

that someday we will be together

in this fashion

holding hands

in my den

watching the news

NCSI

and just being

in the scheme of time.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

What if... - Anita Holzberg

What if

showers were on my path

sun was intermittent

your face no longer

your brain somewhere out to lunch

What if

my stance had not been positive

my war with words negative

my heart not focused and directed

What if

this topsy turvy world

continued to happen

as you got well

every day

we press the forward position

as your life unfolds

in its place

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 12, '11

Learnintg to Love Again - Anita Holzberg

Learning to love

again

is like learning to walk

learning to speak

the spaces open

the heart speaks

the w o r d s

happen

in the s p a c e s

that begin

again.

Lovi

Thank You poem - by Anita

In the interim

camellias bloom

it is February in Northern California

66 degree temperature floods the horizon

with warm sun

I take this time to thank the universe for Jim's survival

and comeback

It is that curtain of humanity that has helped

all the prayers and good thoughts

Life is full of good thoughts now

as I start a new day

I send good thoughts to you.

"Whom can I ask what I came

to make happen in this world?"

Pablo Neruda

World Union-Anita

World Union

They came

from Australia and the UK

from Switzerland and Israel

from all parts of the US

For one purpose

one goal

to sponsor Judaism around the world

to help impoverished nations

to hear the Covenant

to step outside in the clear San Francisco Air

to become one with Rabbis and scholars

to echo peace to nations of Jews suffering

We are the light

We can make miracles happen

Grow Jewish roots around the world

Anita S. Holzberg/poet/teacher

To Be Vested - Anita Holzberg

To be vested

to be vested in a purpose

to be vested in mind, body, purpose

I come to thee

on the wings of change

on tip toe

on solid ground

on whispers of hope and prayer

In standing tall

I come to thee

like a tall tree unwavering

like a fragrant rose

sturdy and steadfast

You may not believe this

You may only see the trace of

my face

hear my voice

however, you will hear

the voice of love

the passion of a caring heart

for thee

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 10, '11

Often-Anita Holzberg

Often

in the hard times

in the time when rain fills my heart

I go to music

create music to h e a l

Often

when feelings go under a rug

when feet go numb

when solace is in a cup of coffee

drunk slowly before a day starts

my vision

opens

I find a place to take classes

In the meantime

I pray for thee

I pray for thee and me

the feathers ruffled

not down

I walk on purposeful feet

to get you well.

Lovi

Westin Market Street-Anita Holzberg

In the sea of people

I sit at a bar

the room filled with chatter

I quietly have my cappuccino

I eat a plate of cheese

World Union is all around me

business people too

I wait for the Cheese plate and

walnut bread sliced thin

I eat a few roasted almonds

a bite of cheese

a bread full of butter

It has been a while since I've even

been to a classy hotel

this Westin 4 star

a class act

in every demeanor

in all that I saw there

comfortable bed, flat screen TV

a bunch of munchies

glasses like wine glasses

in the end

we come home again

sweet home

with ourselves

no matter

a white robe on my back

I am free.

Anita S. Holzberg

After a Mini Vacation

I have stopped fighting who I am - Anita Holzberg

I dust myself off

I stand at attention

the battles still continue

I have put down my arms for myself

I have stopped fighting who I am

The by product is no anxiety

The by product is happy thoughts

In the end we all want to be happy

Happiness is ephemeral like the fleeting winds

or the sea before us

Ocean sized thoughts today for peace and tranquility

Peace is important too.

Lovi

Anita poem

In the meanderings

in the cool pools that I dare to swim

in the wrestling of new ideas

as they present themselves

Inertia is moving forward now

the days of watch and wait continuing

I was walking a bad dream

I am waking now with another dream

Promise is the word

we can take away the wind

but the wind and momentum will find me

I am strong, my back to the wind

my limbs stronger

my heart in the winning position

Now..................

Lovi

It is what it is I speak to myself thorugh my journals-Anita

The icing of the cake

rolls off my tongue

the chocolate drips

on my chin

I was not supposed to dance with sugar

I hold these moments close

as I speak to myself these days

I never wanted to be alone

I speak to myself through my journals

and find I am my best

friend now

that Jim is away

The doors of the mind open

They rest on silver tongues

that are silent now

as the sea of memory

Reality is quiet halls

stilled mornings

Picchu holdings

open space..................

Lovi

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Anita poem

In the writings to You

I find my strength

my seat of power

my soul washing the windows of time

my best effort

is through these lines.

Lovi

Thanks

Feb. 7, '11

'How many churches are there in Heaven?'

Pablo Neruda

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Life gives us answers

We do not even dare to ask

Life gives us lessons

We do not even care to take

Life unfolds before us

each day, takes on another

nuance

"a bad hair day" "a walk in the sun day"

"a eat myself unto a grave day" "a romance

with the stars day"

We can not fathom who we are

or why we are apart of the great organic

flow called nature's footprint.

Matisse poem - Anita Holzberg

In these stayed and true places

A Matisse painting with its chariot

hearts beating on the horizon

I find my p e a c e

Its hard now

not to worry

when worry is my mode

I switch to the Matisse

a chariot with blues and pinks

the warrior

I have been

It is h e r e

across from this painting

I have done my best

thinking

for me and thee.

Matisse sees.

Feb. 7

Lovi

Sacred Spaces - Anita Holzberg

Sacred Spaces

In those sacred

s p a c e s

I walk

The footsteps far and few

b e t w e e n

I walk in this path

paved with

good intentions

sometimes tread marks

on sand

to be washed away

by rain or ocean

Nevertheless

tread marks for thee.

Anita S. Holzberg

Jim's amazing recovery

Feb. 5, 2011

A Story Unfolding - Anita Holzberg

Walking those rooms

Down the hospital floors

Running after nurses

I have my purpose

my work cut out for me

Suddenly, the patient heals

He is at a different level

I hold my head high

like my mother before me

and wait and watch

the drama unfold

Jim you are like a flower unfolding

A story to be told

generations of strength

I pour my love into thee

Now you have it

I can step back

and breathe

Life has its own brand of wonder

Wonder brings us the peace.

Lovi

Hope - Anita Holzberg

Writing in the dark

bringing the light through words that hit the page

Words that I wrote for Jim

"And the little bird without words, sings my song"

performed in Poetry and Song

These months later, no speech

Jim got me to that performance

my feet went numb and he drove me

Jim told me to go back to teaching

to not stop working

I am working now

going back to school

Jim walks in my head

every day

what he said to me for me

my best rooter

the soul of my soul

the chemistry of mind and body

the waking of friendship

every inch I am there for thee

Monday morning, Tuesday Morning every

day, my heart is there for thee

You deserve a good life

I am holding up the light

for thee.

Hope Springs Eternal

Anita S. Holzberg

Feb. 7, '11

Flashes of Light are on my Path - Anita

In sickness and in health

I know the meaning of the word

as I push forward

over 75 days

but whose counting

The threads of the soul shimmer

the feet are numb

the days without your face responding

hard

I go forward into the light

for the feeling is good now

the progress monumental

the trip back for you

now

here

for me somethimes an inigma

Flashes of light are on my path

I follow them

blind to this story

although

watching it unfold

every day

the story of You

before my eyes.

Lovi

Feb. 7, 2011

Mind over Matter - Anita Holzberg

In the banks of the river

I came

like a peace-giver

like a person of the cloth of nature

like a friend for all seasons

In the closet of the mind

no one can fathom

what is stored there

good thoughts

take anxiety to the cleaners

and the straight shot mind

refurbishes and rewinds.

Lovi

My anxiety went away

Sleep time

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coffee Yes! - Anita Holzberg

There is nothing like that first

cup of coffee

brewed to perfection

I chose Duncan Donuts coffee

a medium blend

oh, sounds of love came

out of that pot

which I drank to its entirety

An hour later

brewed another pot

not the same jolt.

Readers what is your experience with coffee?

Anita S. Holzberg