Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Monday, 30 January 2012
If - Anita Holzberg
If,
my life would be settled
If,
the flux would go away
If,
this morning I get an answer
If,
standing at the gate
no egg on my face
if
revising dreams
one by one
I take them
to mean something
more
than breathing
Spin
Dance
Win
Recede
Advance
Sing
of Thee for Me.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Dawn Song - Anita Holzberg
Soft sounds of morning
sweet sounds of the night retreating
infinite waves of freedom
wash over me
as
I begin again
every morning
before the sunrise
In this zone
a new day in the wings
I take away the pillows
I am good
all is right with the world
I hope for you in your world, too
all is right with my world.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Spiritual Journey - Anita
Not withstanding rain
my heart like a soldier
my days like the battlefield
my vision beyond memory
In the Psalm of Songs
I reside
In my goings and comings
I create
my poems and my songs
music for my soul
In these moments I am closer
to God
I have turned a leaf
seen the hummingbird come close
walked to the mountain's lap
taken my recovery
as a spiritual journey
For Thee and me
I sing waiting for the darkness
to recede
the darkness of my life
has left
I have the hope for a better
today and tomorrow
Hashem is the light
its that inside light
that starts each day
with gratitude and thanksgiving.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Cross Over - Anita Holzberg
In time I will remember
who I was
how disorganized the mind
how writing bills a chore
always losing the stamp
In time I will remember
the anger from the divorce
my children far
my life a class
for teaching
In time the petals of a life
cross over
60's a new beginning
the surgery life changing
renewal is what it is
spiritual and physical
I give myself permission
to grieve, to love, to explore
to take that path
that finds me
out in a field of poppies
with the rain lightly falling
my shoulders caressed by the wet
shower
and of thee I sing
in these moments, too
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Life Is For The Brave Heart - Anita Holzberg
Life is for the brave heart
Life is for the brave
with a heart
Life is not for sissies
The burning feet return
every night
I just grin and bear it
Sometimes it gets so unbearable
I just weep
Sometimes I call Bill and he listens
He takes away the pain
Friends mean a lot
They can take away the pain
They offer love and acceptance
Life is for the brave heart
I have been very brave
I have moved mountains with my mind and body
Yes, I have.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Of Thee I Sing - Anita Holzberg
In thee I sing
In everything about Thee
let freedom ring
for the table that is before me
for Picchu my wonderful cat
for friends I meet near and far
for the loving of life
for the trusting of self
of thee I sing
Recovery is the physical and the heart
together
In recovery I sing
marching on to freedom's path
Its the path we make for ourselves
Of Thee I sing.
The Daily Balance - Anita
The elliptical does not make it happen
I pounded that for 10 years
The bike no one walks away slimmer
Its the food that one eats
The daily balance
The routine check
3 fruits 2 vegetables or visa a versa
After having gained 7 lbs.
I fear that I could gain more
No trail mix
No cheese
No popcorn
No peanut butter
No wishing to be thin
No outrageous cleanses
No detox
White knuckle dreams
I can do this
I did it before
Keep on trekking.
Anita S. Holzberg
In The Darkness - Anita Holzberg
In the darkness
sprout the greatest dreams
In the darkness
conceived the future
In the darkness
memories unite
In the darkness
flowers incubate
babies are conceived
ideas culminate
I wanted to be
a writer
I wanted to make
a difference
I wanted others to
hear by words
I wanted to bring
peace to me and thee
I wanted to make
a difference
In the darkness, I did.
IN WINTER - Anita Holzberg
In Winter I come
like the stoic geraniums
rigid stems of red
living in pots
unearthed
In Winter my courage
surfaces
like golden wheat
like fresh corn
in a sea of poppies
In Winter
I see your face again
after a long absence
I have your photo
I kept that
sewed up
and all the memories
of
a Love Story
now told.
I Missed the Dawn - by Anita
I missed the dawn
but I did not miss you waking
in my heart
I missed the dawn
but time holds you up to my face
I missed the dawn
where the colors of sky
mix blue with magenta
I missed the dawn
as the day begins
the singing in my heart
begins too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Time was honored, Finite - Anita Holzberg
In truth I will follow you
to the end of the earth
where flowers are cherished
where beer flows
where time stops
In every walk I take
I walk with you
With every step
a backlog of memories
For us
time was honored, finite
For others
time goes like that spool
the tread never stopping
For me
the greatest love in the greatest time
This morning I sing to thee
everything about thee
& me.
Monday, 23 January 2012
Chances Are - Anita
Chances are
I will never have this time again
Chances are
the white river
on my path
the golden sun
follows my lead
the red currant jam
finds its way
the sea of flowers
mark my path
the flourish of the trees
light my morning
and You
everything about You
makes it all happen
You in my heart
every day
streaming.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
I Put On My Wishing Hat - by Anita
On this rainy Monday
the door open
the inevitable dream
comes
as peace washes
over me
my heart on a limb
On this morning
in the dark
out of bed
4 AM
Sumatra coffee
I ground the beans
very fresh
I think
that England is far
Oakland is farther
Santa Cruz
over the hill
I put on my wishing hat
I could go there
sometime
when leg and feet working
as one unit
The sea of memory is deep
Evie is growing by leaps and bounds
Owen is waiting for me
We will catch up
We will see the sunrise
as the rain hammers
In all this
there is a pervading goodness
I feel it
for me and thee.
Anita Schiffman HolzbergA Winter's Poem - Anita Holzberg
In fog I will look for you
As the 49ers play their game,
I will think of you
you in your man cave
no one could speak when
the game was on
In wet and windy Winter
I will cuddle you
as time swooped
you away
I was left with the quilts,
never without the love.
In how I end the day,
I will honor you
You who stood by me
You who held my hand
who handled my heart
sometimes with kid gloves
There was nothing feminine about you
You were a man's man
down to your fingernails
I loved that
and every inch of you
As the months travel by,
as I write these poems
I care for you
even more Now
as dusk comes
as it sheds dark over my
shoulder
another day closes
another day
with thoughts of YOU.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
I Set My Compass - Anita
Precious memories
Picchu is apart of them
a "fraidy" cat
is under my toes
No one knows
what path life will take
No one knows the course
I set my compass
Sometimes I have to throw it away
A GPS not functioning
You were on my path
The years we spent amazing
The years we spent together
I touch a leaf now
pinch my waist
You are not here
I am left to carry our memories
I will,
I promise
I promise.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In Summer - Anita Holzberg
In Summer
I will see you in my yard
In Summer we will sit on the patio
as the frogs and infinite creatures watch
In Summer
we will barbecue corn wrapped in husks
and take out work gloves to get them
off the grill
In Summer
we will wear shorts and sleeveless tops
and talk until it gets dark
In Summer a chicken dinner
before us
All those days are gone
I still have the gloves
I still have the memories
Its Winter now
don't know what Summer holds
Sweet dreams cover my heart
a precious box of memories
pervades my soul.
Love walks on many paths
You are here on mine.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Quite Mornings, by Anita
Quiet mornings
I commune with Picchu
coming in from the rain
Quiet mornings
I drink my Hazelnut coffee
in my kitchen
spotless and clean
Quiet mornings
Your voice among the lilies
so powerful
so strong
I choose to think of
thee
this morning
this dawn=song
is your song too.
And in these moments
I am more
Beans for Breakfast - Anita Holzberg
BEANS FOR BREAKFAST
TURKEY CHILI
COLD
HAZELNUT COFFEE
I RUN TO THE PANTRY
YOUR FACE NOT THERE
I RUN TO THE DOOR
YOU ARE NOT KNOCKING
I RUN TO THE PATIO
NO CHICKEN BARBECUING
IN THIS STATE OF ALONENESS
I TAKE MY STANCE
I RIGHT MY DREAMS
IN TRUTH
I HAD THE GREATEST LOVE
IN FACT
IT IS OVER
IN THE MORNING I REMEMBER
WHAT I HAD
AND MOURN.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Friday, 20 January 2012
I Will Take You With ME - Anita
I will take your face
with me
to every corner
to every silent field
in my goings and comings
I will take you with me
to my next venture
your smile
your laughter
will light the way
I will visit you in my darkest hours
I will chance to meet you
my lips will remain open
my heart will never close
because
I met you.
In these quiet days
I meet you daily
I celebrate what we had
as the days get lighter
my burdens are lighter
too
having met YOU!
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Love Knows No Bounds - Anita Holzberg
In deep sleep
you will come to me
about 2 AM
the shadows walking
In wit and candor
You will speak to me
My humor not lost among the rubble
In vows
and in little ways
a stroke of my hair
a kiss on the cheek
a word whispered
you will stay with me
For love knows no bounds
for love knows no endings
for love survives
in a box,
in a pantry
in the little space
It grows in the dark
you know
like the smallest sprout on wings.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
At The Keyboard - Anita
Notes barrel across the keyboard
morning=song
dawn and the words come
with the notes like rain pitter patter
on the roof tops of memory
I sing unto Thee
the vast cavern of the unknown
before me
like the open road
my future
is not carved in stone
like the open sea
the endless patch of blue
My music takes me to another place
that place between
me and Thee
sacred notes shouting out
in this tranquil morning.
The First Light - Anita Holzberg
The first light
a soft pink rising
the trees black
the sun not up
almost 7 AM
I rise early
toast and coffee
cranberry jam
and the day begins
a quick look forward
in time
I will remember
remembering the sunrise
and it will bring
me
Bliss
unspoken.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
From the Journals - some Insights - Anita Holzberg
Searching for fireflies
butterflies appear
Fine honed salt on the other side of the moon
Searching for fireflies
the world opens up
song and lyric appear
in the humdrum of the day
making it fly by
Searching and yearning my entire life
The search will never end
The yearning will be over
I found something divine in the shadows
of a new day
I found the real sense of knowing is knowing not
I found that writing to wellness can create dreams
my doorstep is filled with well wishers
in the being of the being
soot replaced by clear water
flowing in the background
of a life that keeps
evolving
I went nowhere
I was everywhere.
I Missed the Sunrise - Anita
I missed the sunrise
light bright between the trees
I missed the sunrise
slept in
Fed the cat at 7 AM
in 31 degree weather
She stayed outside eating
her warm coat around her
I missed the sunrise
but heard your heart among
the bushes
heard the start of the day
I had all kind of plans
a cleanse for me
if I am able
a cleaning of the house
the laundry waits
I missed the sunrise
there is always tomorrow
The dawn song rings
in my soul
every day
it rings in my soul.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Poem for Martin by Anita
We met
under the shells of time
in the river of memory
at a coffee house that resembled
home
We met
under the inequities of the world
under the guise of political freedom
under the bowls of the earth
In circumstance we met
In happen stance we danced
In loyalty we bonded
Not so much for ourselves
But we ourselves submerged
stronger, more surefooted
in the sea of aloneness
We met under the cloak of sadness
In the transition time
under the guise of not knowing
why or how we met
We met
to connect
that's it-
Anita Schiffman Holzberg.
Cool chilly mornings - Anita Holzberg
Cool chilly mornings
no rain yet
Coolness in my heart
I found out where you are
Many moons have been since I've seen you,
kissed you
Cool endings of a day
sometimes no one calls
sometimes sleep comes over in a vacant
sea
sometimes I feel energy with my words
my heart speaks to Thee
And all is right with the world.
Amen
Monday, 16 January 2012
In this morning..... have a beautiful day! - Anita Holzberg
In this morning
the dawn escapes my breath
In this morning
the sky cries with remembrance
In this morning
You ride the hill of memory
In this morning
The world does not hear my prayer
In this morning
The children of the world are singing
In this morning
Evie is waking up
Owen begins his day
In this morning
The words flow like cream
In this morning
I pray to Thee Oh, God
for all good things
to touch my family and my friends
as we have what we have
soft crevices of morning
holds me
once again in the lap
of gentleness
of serene dreams
waking
I have P E A C E.
I Loved You and in the Loving, loved me too - Anita Holzberg
In solitude
in complete quiet
in separateness
with a loving heart
I write these lines
Had I had a partner
Had I had a lover
Had I teamed with someone
These lines might not come
Fresh bread for morning song
Fresh flowers for my heart
I loved you
you were my everything
until
it was over
vacant days
lonely nights
I loved you like breath itself
and in the loving, I began to love me
too
Quiet days
quieter nights
I speak to you now
in poetry, in verse
the heart never forgets
the depth of feeling
the heart never forgets.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Sunday, 15 January 2012
For all things Divine, I found thee - Anita Holzberg
Peace walks on gossamer feet
the winning moment
always comes
after a cup of coffee
after toast with jam
after viewing the morning sunrise
In virtue
I come
In stance and happen stance
I lead
In the waking up
In the lying down
In those things divine
I found thee
always in the shadows I walked
always alone near a river I talked
always out to lunch
Until the simple act of staying
put
here for 10 weeks for healing
without my stop and go life
I found thee
a profound sense of gratefulness
overwhelms me
I am here to do good works for me
and thee
Amen
Aunt Bern by Anita x
Floods of remembrances
my Aunt in her pink robe
at her table in New Jersey
I had come far to find her face
her smile always got to me
In those conversations I learned a lot
I learned that self dignity is the way to go
I learned that self reliance never hurt with
a sense of style
My Aunt is gone.
I will not be able to speak with her again
Those conversations where I spoke my heart
and she answered
will be with me forever
Forever is a long time.
Bye Bye Aunt Bern
my Aunt in her pink robe
at her table in New Jersey
I had come far to find her face
her smile always got to me
In those conversations I learned a lot
I learned that self dignity is the way to go
I learned that self reliance never hurt with
a sense of style
My Aunt is gone.
I will not be able to speak with her again
Those conversations where I spoke my heart
and she answered
will be with me forever
Forever is a long time.
Bye Bye Aunt Bern
a cupboard - Anita
The cupboard holds
the cup unfolds
fortunes are made
and unmade
truths walk
as a parade of words
down a street
I was
I am
I were
I understand
nothing
but the fragrance of
silence
that makes writing a joy
always the clean slate
another day.
Amen.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
AS - Anita Holzberg
As dawn reigns
as cats meow
as ideas become reality
as children speak
as sky cries
I write these lines
infinite statements to the universe
As dawn rises
as a new day starts
as becoming is more than being
as seeing a new vocabulary
as rivers rock
as trees sway
as lines formed
as letters start
my new day.
Amen!
If I Found You.. - Anita Holzberg
If I found you
on the corner
under a lamp post
on top of a park bench
If I found you
through an e mail
in a starched shirt
at a Starbucks
If I found you
singing in my shower
eating lasagne
jumping hoops in my backyard
If I found the likeness of you
your hair
your intense smile
your eyes like pools of deep water
If I found you
memorizing a poem
walking in nature
eating an orange
brushing your teeth
I would know it
but I have not found you yet
The days get longer
my search is stronger
Maybe if I let go I will find you
Maybe I already found you and I did not know it, yet.
If and when is like needles in a haystack
If is a long venture, when is never when we expect.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In Newness - Anita Holzberg
In newness I come
spanky sparky newness
like a shiny penny
sequined sleeves
gold bags
sparkle shoes
In newness I come
like every day starts the same
like every moment is never the same
Choice words around an oak table
You were all here once
In newness I come
not looking back
the old remarks
the old tire
the old typewriter in the garage
an antique of memories
In newness I come
like the budding rose
looking for water
like the fish looking for food
like a woman looking for love
in the vast forest
of life.
Now - Anita Holzberg
Now is serene-time
Now is sublime-rhyme
Now is the placid lake
Now is the rhythm of strokes
Now is the lap of the mountain
Now is the softness of snow
Now is the beauty that surrounds me
Now is the patience which has come to me
Now is the placid lake
Now is the lap of the mountain
Now is
the softness of snow.
Amen...
Anita Schiffman Holzber
Friday, 13 January 2012
Tomorrow - Anita Holzberg
Tomorrow I will tie up my ribbons
Tomorrow I will see the prancing fawn
Tomorrow I will chance a glance at the rising moon
Tomorrow I will sit straight
walk tall
Knowing that today paved the way.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Poems of Healing
I Hold These Close - Anita
In new shoes I walk
carefully
across the crowded room
Strangers become friends
People rush in
In an instant I have a lunch partner
In new shoes I scope
all things that touch my life
I hold these close
close as the rain on the roof
as warm slipper wrap
as quilts cover
as steam comes out of a tea kettle
as herbal blueberry tea hits my lips
as time rolls like a infinite cloud
as going and coming are the same
as seas rock
as sneakers on my feet roll
as placid as the fleeting morning
as congruent as lines drawn
as sweet as your lips
I hold all things close
A delicate balance between yearning and loving
A delicate balance between sorrow and happiness
A delicate balance between toast and the morning coffee
I am comforted by my words to thee.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
MORNING GLOW - Anita Holzberg
I have the morning glow
jazzed at sunrise
enamored by dawn
tantalized by pink between
the trees
I have the morning glow
jazzed by hazelnut coffee
entertained by news
dancing to music
I have the morning glow
because it is the best time to be
ALIVE
I can attest to this
and the spirit that returns
after the bleakest of days
another morning
another chance at life.
anita Schiffman HolzbergThursday, 12 January 2012
Anita's poem
I remember who I am
Who I was yesterday
Who I might be tomorrow
In those moments, truth comes
quietly
and the sea of hope, too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
At The End of The Road - Anita Holzberg
At the end of the road
there is a mountain
fresh rain
beating down around my shoulders
a sun shower of images unimagined
At the end of road
there is another road
a winding path
where Robert Frost's words
were written
At the end of the end of that road
simultaneously I danced
and danced
dancing is floating in space
the world never feels the same
I dance now in my kitchen
At the end of the 2nd road there is a path
birds can be heard
sweet sounds across like in a vineyard
I celebrate that new road
I drink some red wine
with a friend who has been there
even though he think he has not
I watch the on coming dusk
the pumpkins roll
the stars come out
each one by one
Life is each day one by one
The stars are there to guide us
The blackness is less black
The patient moon rises
in a sea of bright stars
each light illuminating the sky
At the end of the road
I take my chances
because every chance I take
make me feel more alive.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
IN - by Anita
In language
and in thought
I think of you
In body and soul
I shelter you
In the comings and goings
I honor you
In the washing up, and picking up
I notice you
In those things that make up a day
I cherish you
Time was limited for us
We were truly there for one another
Time was finite
In your hospitals, at the nursing home,
in the assisted living
I found you
Profound sentences said to you
You heard me
You always heard me
I heard you, too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Flowers of my Heart - Anita
If carnations reign
and tulips are second
and
lilies are third
Flowers of my heart designed
to live one more time
to hear the beating of
the rain
while you hold the umbrella
up
while you run for the car
I stand up straight
straighter than before
My height 5.6inches tall
as you start all there is to start
I wanted to be your friend
so much more was happenning here
the lutes are playing
the bells are ringing
time waits for the balloon to take flight
I wanted to be your friend
You reached out to me
Compassion is the link
In dark glasses, I start my day
They become rose=colored with the thought
of you out there" rushing in your own river"
as I rush in mine.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In The Waking - Anita Holzberg
In the Waking
no birds on my path
the world is silent
Quiet remarks for the day
Promises made in the dark fog
I open my heart
I am being heard in the universe
To be listened to
is the greatest gift
In time I will remember
the beauty of these moments
when wit and candor reigned
when silence opened the doors
when dolphins surfaced
when children sang
when the key to my heart was found.
Amen
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
The Gift of Peace - by Anita
Tomorrow never comes
Today is the essence
A bird lands
A bird flies away
Seasons roll
A rose blooms
An orchid dies
A child cries
A newborn coos
A sentence is born
A tree grows
Truth comes when we least expect it
Time moves
Letters fall from words
Bugles play
Truth comes from the trees
Nature shows us how to live
Now.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
I Celebrate - Anita Holzberg
Not withstanding hope
I write these lines
that come after a long sleep
that come after a long rest
that come out of the essence
we call thinking about life
Not withstanding
I wash a dish
eat some pasta
make the coffee twice
In these moments I am
In these moments I am
Not withstanding circumstances
I roll up the towel
I take out the trash
I put a fresh lipstick on
For life is more than that
swimming into a new day
I celebrate who I am
who I was
who I became
in these moments that I write these lines
I celebrate that also.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
from the Journals - Anita Holzberg
In the shadows of swallows, I sing
On the roof tops of Sunnyvale, I chant
In the washing up, cleaning up
I remember what it was like to be
a Mom--the pathfinder, the sewing up
of hearts
In all that makes up a day, I utter
The mail that comes to my door,
The fig newton that I chose to eat
The phone calls that come in and out
The newspaper very often unread
The Nook Tablet that takes on new meaning
In the rushing around, I lose
In the reflection I win
For in this recovery, I step out of shadows
I write the winning ticket towards the next life
In recovery
In rehab
I train myself
In that training there is freedom, too.
In the Song of Songs
I chant unto the birds
For all who come to my door
For the silent time
For the intuitive sense of Peace.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
On the roof tops of Sunnyvale, I chant
In the washing up, cleaning up
I remember what it was like to be
a Mom--the pathfinder, the sewing up
of hearts
In all that makes up a day, I utter
The mail that comes to my door,
The fig newton that I chose to eat
The phone calls that come in and out
The newspaper very often unread
The Nook Tablet that takes on new meaning
In the rushing around, I lose
In the reflection I win
For in this recovery, I step out of shadows
I write the winning ticket towards the next life
In recovery
In rehab
I train myself
In that training there is freedom, too.
In the Song of Songs
I chant unto the birds
For all who come to my door
For the silent time
For the intuitive sense of Peace.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
The Gift of Peace - by Anita
Time does not impede the burst of sunshine
the flowers' renewal
the streams upward turn
Time gives us the space
to roll with the wind
to watch the rising tide
to stand in the rain
I needed time to heal, time to reflect,
time to rest.
all these gifts I received
and the greatest gift was peace
I sing unto the sky and thank G-d for this gift
as the sun begins to rise
Another day in Paradise.
A Love Story - Anita Holzberg
In Winter I will find you
hiding under a pile of snow
glancing at the sunrise
carrying tulips
before dusk
In Winter I will see your face again
beautiful in the dawn's early light
handsome in the fleeting rain
strong in the psalm of songs
In Winter I will hold your hand
as the sweat of our years
melt
in one handshake
as the wind blows
through my hair
as dancing is the same
as walking
I no longer walk on eggs
a straight shot to your
heart
memory does not impede me
I take my chances
as I walk into your arms
a sweetness never ever imagined.
January 9, '12
Monday, 9 January 2012
On Pitch
In resurgence
in renovation
in climbing ladders
I make my mark
on this world that seems so vast at times
In silence
I plan my strategy
place the marker at the end of the road
take a bit of salt and throw it over my shoulder
In voice
I stay on tune, on pitch
In action
I stay within perimeters
Hitting the bulleye doesn't happen too often
But it does.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Pockets - Anita Holzberg
Pockets of time
I covet
the first time we made love
the first time I hit a home run
the first time I tasted blueberries that I picked
Pockets
deep seated pockets
memories walk on rainbow feet
or was it the time we won the baseball game?
or was it the time I learned to water ski?
or was is raspberry jam on Melba toast?
Pockets
I always have to have pockets
for stones gathered
for lint found
for shells to hide
I wanted to live again, without remorse, without guilt
I wanted to sing again
with each passing moment
and I did.
Anita S. Holzberg
Saturday, 7 January 2012
In Patches - Anita Holzberg
In patches
I will find your face
In lilies
I will sing to thee
In tulips
I will praise you
In daffodils
I will adore you
Time takes us on a journey
The road not often clear
The outcome surprising
In patches
I will find the space
to love you again
a love story for all time
remembering.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In Fog, I will remember you... - Anita Holzberg
In fog
I will remember you
everything about YOU
your walk
your smile
your nose
your glasses
In light
I will remember you
your wit
your exactness
your amazing mind
In dark
I will remember Lexus
I will remember your embrace
your hot tub
your Fox news
your simple tastes
In Winter
I will remember you under the covers
In Summer
I will remember you smoking cigars on your patio
In Fall
I will remember walking Cocoa
In Spring
I will remember shorts and sandels
barbecues
steak and baked potatoes
everything I lost
when I lost YOU
everything I had to begin again when you got ill
everything about my life changed
the light bulb went out
the flame that kept me going was gone
everything I had to learn
how to walk
how to reach out to strangers
how to bite the bullet of lonely nights without YOU
In the learning
in the being in being
I began again
with the strength of you behind me
always behind me
that burning in my heart
will never go out
never is a long way.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg Today's Dream - Anita Holzberg
Tomorrow's dream
is written on the corner
Today's reality
cool pools
Strategies before the moon
fades
Whispers on the wind
renew, revise
Think again
The paper monitor
is the computer screen
I go there
write my poems
the day begins
in its usual fashion
my thoughts
revitalize actions.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Clean Water, a Project Looms - Anita
If tomorrow comes
the seas will have more rain
cancer will not be on the horizon
the clean water will be there for
the world's children and their mothers
time the gaunt executioner
beckons the need for
good deeds
goodness will prevail
goodness will win over greed
one person can make a difference
one dot on the horizon
I want to be that person
who brings clean water to
the children without
who brings hope to the hearts
of their mothers
standing together we can make
a difference.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
the seas will have more rain
cancer will not be on the horizon
the clean water will be there for
the world's children and their mothers
time the gaunt executioner
beckons the need for
good deeds
goodness will prevail
goodness will win over greed
one person can make a difference
one dot on the horizon
I want to be that person
who brings clean water to
the children without
who brings hope to the hearts
of their mothers
standing together we can make
a difference.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Poem - By Anita
In countenance I come
contained in feeling
grounded in fact
surreal in expectations
not withstanding
the price of peace
I take my punches
revenge in logic
retreat to my easy chair
never ever giving up
A lion and her cubs
the defense is always there
the offense is coming
clearer
like frost on a pumpkin
flakes of reason
appear.
contained in feeling
grounded in fact
surreal in expectations
not withstanding
the price of peace
I take my punches
revenge in logic
retreat to my easy chair
never ever giving up
A lion and her cubs
the defense is always there
the offense is coming
clearer
like frost on a pumpkin
flakes of reason
appear.
Dawn Song
In the cool dark
the spaces open up
the divine comes in
In the reflection
a connection between
the universe, me, and beyond
cool pools
big ideas
resurrection of dreams appear.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
the spaces open up
the divine comes in
In the reflection
a connection between
the universe, me, and beyond
cool pools
big ideas
resurrection of dreams appear.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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