Memories of teaching in the summer - by Anita

In truth,

I can not remember anything

but their faces

lined up like soldiers

the summer I taught at Harker

the whirlwind of thoughts

the time spent preparing

Whish it is over

those years are over

my greatest years of teaching

learning from the kids too

A child from Hong Kong lead the way.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Jim's Awakening - by Anita Holzberg

Jim awoke

his humor returned

his brain moved forward

he followed the conversation and added to it

A miracle unfolding

the love of my life

returning

This is very good!

It is like a rainbow in the middle of

a storm.

A New Person in the Group - Anita Holzberg

How the dimension changes

comfortable conversation

poems flowing like whipped cream

on blueberries

I sat next to You

a person I have known for 5 or 6 years--a true friend

I sat across from Bill, my mentor, my friend

I sat across from Karl, whose poetry sang with the night

And Ginny raised the questions with her great poem

Rita watched with rapt attention

Her comments about herself

the amazing difficult life she had

told with verve and wit and humor

Isn't that what loving is all about?

Staying together for the long haul

Respecting artistic pursuits

Supporting the life that walks in

a room

This small group sustains that

I cherish it

I really do!

In Truth - by Anita Holzberg

In truth

the reciprocity of spirit comes

after great tragedy

after great soul searching

I move forward with open arms

to embrace the moment of my daughter's wedding

I listen to the the leaves

in truth they tell me how to act.

time moves so fast - Anita Holzberg

Time takes tomorrow

shapes her into a ball

the ball rolls so fast that tomorrow's are gone

fast it goes

5 weeks til the wedding

the ball is rolling

I am walking better

I will walk my daughter down the aisle

with her father

Time rolls so quickly

I can not miss every moment that crosses

my path

Roll with it!

poem by Anita

Walk now,

Speak

little children light the way

I meet a 5 year old

we talk a bit

write a bit

use a magic slate

I watch her

her mind clicking

we go over the new words

always that verve

somedays, when I feel I can not go on,

I go to the little people

watch teach them

shape them

this has been the silver lining

it has!

Bubbling Waters - Anita Holzberg

Bubbling waters

a face unmasked

a non-erasable bond

the space defined

I have typed you in

a reoccurring repertoire

A song that will never end

Transcendental meeting

Between one phone message

and another

Split second recall

Sits your smile

Illuminating my face.

Anita S. Holzberg

Loving if I Can - Anita Holzberg

If I can

I would

I would go the distance

I have done that

I have walked in crystals

I have experienced your pain

I have run circles around hospital staffs

made friends at the nursing home

I have walked in crystals

til your pain was my pain

your disability my disability

I lost you down those mean streets

but you are never ever lost to me

I continue to go

walk in salt

rocks do not deter me

just to touch your arm

or see your face

I know you can not be my every day

my rock of Gibraltar

but what you said to me

how you believed in me

will never leave me

Jim

you will never leave me.

Your spirit stays as nothing else about

this situation makes sense

My liability, my loyalty gave me

strength and durability

to go the distance, to take flight, too.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Summertime at the Pool - Anita Holzberg

Watch the wind fluttering over the pool
I do my walks
the water flows between my toes
the sun touches my shoulders
I meet a woman in her 80's from Leeds
with her walker
she kicks and walks like me
her left leg not working
just like me
we walk past one another
and talk
It is noon time
the pool is quiet
She greets me every time
I will return
my body relaxed in
the ripple of the water
I go up the steps
the pavement hot
I take my cane
move forward
Life is about moving forward
Is it not?

For Emily & Jamie - Anita Holzberg

Softly, the cocoa moon

spreads over their shoulders

two beautiful people sharing family and friends

two beautiful people

in a beach setting

the sun, a diamond on their faces

two beautiful people

who have walked the right path

of giving and loving

the beach is their oyster

their devotion to family

their fresh faces

come together in the noon =day sun

overlooking the cliff

white gown rustles

blue shirts stand up

Owen and Skylar light the way

on this your wedding day.

Anita S. Holzberg

A very cute Japanese greetings card!

Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange

poem by Anita

On this cool July morning

Waffles for breakfast

Tulips for lunch

Petunias for dinner

Round about the sounds of plums dropping

on my deck

A black cat, Picchu saunters in

What does she bring to the party?

A Poem for Lynn - Anita Holzberg

It was early evening

the sun was up in the air

the breezes came to my yard

so did my friend Lynn

her dogs-- wagging lively

the spirited dachshunds came too

We met over tragedy

and created a melody of friendship

deep remarks

scales of harmony

that lit the blue sky.

Looking Back.. - Anita Holzberg

In the rampant rivers

that we call home

In the scrapbooks and photo books

I find myself

the mirror of the mind comes back

my childhood

in a wool poncho

on the back porch

watering pansies

feeding a bunny

a pet turtle walks

rainy summer days

our tomato stand

I pick the roses today on my walk

it all comes back

hits me in the face

like a pine cone

that finds me

as quiet rain.

Summer's Retreat - Anita Holzberg

Whispering clouds

a cool pool

sun dances on the water

I walk in water

a march of the marigolds

until soothing waters

fill my soul.

Summer's Retreat '11

Cafe Longhorn - Anita Holzberg

Across the street from Farm Stand

Cherries $1.99

I order a grilled cheese on rye

fans blowing

too hot to cook

Large tomatoes and pickles

in a salad

Memories dance at this table

We came here

You & I

A beer and steak sandwich

french fries crisp

Laughter --straight talk--comeraderie

Today,

You a distant wave

at the nursing home

Yet still, a Thank you and a Kiss.

I continue to walk the walk for you,

"Yes, I do."

4th of JULY poem - Anita

Liberty rings

4th of July swings

in a world of internet connections

I reflect on times past

lemonade stands and cherry pie

barbecued chicken and ice-tea-ed

afternoons

as the hot summer's breeze blows

free on fire and ice.