A Poem from Anita

evening comes
4 hours medical
arm swinging like a pendulum
no pain meds
healing good
rehab is up to me
evening comes salmon and quinoa
made by a total stranger
sits and talks
daughter going to teach in Japan
life could take on new paths
delicious icing froasting
chocolate for the bath
something new
inhale
wonderful!

Response - by Anita

"When you sit in a café, with a lot of music in the background & a lot of projects in your head, you're not really drinking your coffee or your tea. You're drinking your projects, you're drinking your worries. You are not real, & the coffee is not real either. Your coffee can only reveal itself to you as a reality when you go back to your self & produce your true presence, freeing yourself from the past, the future, & from your worries. When you are real, the tea also becomes real & the encounter between you & the tea is real. This is genuine tea drinking."   ~Thich Nhat Hanh Anita's response - the green tea beckons   its the only drink i drink at Starbucks the zen flavor of lemon grass seeps the aroma astounds me light yet tangy life becomes that too in a NewYork minute California dreams arise.

Morning Comes - Anita Holzberg

Morning comes
Nathan visits
We talk about our lives
over a Cappuccino 

at Starbucks
no seats
We share a table with a guy with a small dog
Scott is in the conversation and Baby the dog
Scott leaves
We talk about finances and our children
We talk for almost 2 hours
Starbucks' tables become empty
It is over 70 degrees in February
The dialog started for us in September
It continues
I in a sling
A poet friend comes by
We talk as if no one but us is there
My hair blows softly
My heart rises
Life is good!
In my lucky Starbucks
Life is good!

tomorrow - Anita Holzberg

tomorrow
the clouds will rise
the trees will be more green
the willows will awaken
i will have a working right arm
a left knee that can walk more than a mile
morning comes, prayer too
in this resemblance of sky
there is light, also.

the day wakes up - Anita Holzberg

In silence
 the day wakes up
the hummingbird flutters
the buttercup shines
the trumpet vine hums
all creatures big and small
enter this day
and i remember the beauty of nature
too!

Poem by Anita

in the staying 
in o n e place
we never escape our dreams
we see the everyday as special
the community not only of writers
but gardeners, caregivers, street cleaners
    everyone contributing to the day
forces of nature come together
    on the shoulders of hard work
the core of the apple sings.

Monday Arrives - Anita Holzberg

Monday arrives
the surprise is the rain
coming down like gangbusters
the barbecue all covered in wet
the faded green umbrella soaked
the cat in the yard, 
her coat soaked too
i sleep way beyond sunrise
the arm in less pain
time is the great healer
time and good people around me
the key to healing
this is true
right as rain
as the light at the end
 of my tunnel still shines for me.

Greetings - from Anita!

in the slow dance of the turtle
  sure steps are found
in the opening of sky
  burdens lift
in the soft moss
  a playful soul emerges

another day - Anita Holzberg

morning comes
Sumatra coffee
ribboned Valentine cards
for my daughters

sentiments sky high
sun shining
another mild day in February
like spring-in-winter
5 weeks to go
arm in a sling
fractured is temporary

Poem by Anita

morning comes
the sun glowing between the streets
the sweet scent of cinnamon toast
tangy grapefruit
coffee brewed by a caregiver
arm in a sling
nathan calls from east coast
i am in his heart for empathy
soft shades of morning
hopping keys the keyboard
humming into a sense of normalcy
hope in these words 

Poem of Healing by Anita Holzberg

morning comes
  chance plays her trump card
arm in a sling once strong
   now broken
time is all i have
time to heal

I Gather Them In - Anita Holzberg

I gather them in
  all the pleats of memory
    all the sequins of history
      all the glitz and glam-our
          or a life I led
       the trips to LA
          Frank Israel's designs
            his friendship, too
 
 I gather them in
      pearls and diamond bracelets
         lost
       fragrance of Coco Channel
         shiny hair
       perfumed mornings
         before I saw You

I gather them all
      wind and wonder
         soft petals
      leaves of red
         brick evenings

I chance to meet you in my dream
     sweet pillows of remembrances
        on a bird's wing
             I remember it all
                all the losses I endured
                      even Now.

Mine - Anita Holzbzerg

Mine,
   I wanted it to be mine

My rainbow
  My piece of heaven
    My peace among the rafters

Mine going and coming
  Mine love affair fleeting
    Mine curtains flowing
      Mine heart, soul, and body
           riding the crest
                  of too many lost loves

           Mine facing another Valentine's Day
               In lieu of all this
                   Mine fancy do dads
                     Mine raspberry jam
                         Mine patch of freedom
                             in this sea of aloneness
                          Mine spirit rises with the wind
                             a new day revs
                          Mine bangle bracelets
                          Mine house of comfort
                          Mine Picchu and glee 
                    
                           Mine sacred time between
                              me and Thee.

We all Connect with the Great White River - Anita Holzberg

We connect with the great white river

that flows within us

The darkness and light

that floods morning-song

The tall trees whose roots go to the next

millennium

Politics aside

We ride the crest of a natural wonder

Can you hear the mockingbirds?

Can you see the heron

sliding on Shoreline marsh?

Can you blow thistle

and watch the seeds fall?

We connect with the rushing of the rain

the softness of a snow

I have been there

every morning

rehearsing your song,

dear Earth.

and that rehearsal brings

infinite peace.

In This World - Anita Holzberg

In this world
  Evie, 4 months old
       connects
    with eyes, nose, mouth, and toes
her being in the world short of a miracle

      In this world
          the ideas evolve
                 the time to think immense
                      books emerge
                         poems follow suit

         In this world
               time does not stand still
                       the planets wax and wane
                            the infinite colors mix
                               as paint and wit
                                        mark this day.