Moons have their own aura
floating moons
into rooms
I see your face
in full view
not hiding behind the Moon
Floating moons
bring us back to the round-
ness
the truth of human kindness
the truth of
who we are
between sunlight and moonlight
I ride the great divide
many moons.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In time I will know my name
the name of my granddaughter
Evelyn Rose
sweet, innocent, happy
I will hold her in my arms
I will carry her from room to room
I will feed her
and let her hold her bottle
In time I will know my name
Evidenced in truth found
among the papers
among the rafters
In the spot where books were written
years ago I will know my name
my name among my writing
In time I will believe I have written
throughout my life
and become more from the writings
In time I will know my name.
In thought out sequences
I do the dance
of eating less
of braving it out
of taking care of me in
the biting silences
I read, I write, I wash
dishes and remember
how it was
how it is now
If by chance I meet myself
coming and going
I will walk in the way of the meadow
walk in the way of the stream
walk under the trestle of the train
I have been there
almost 70 years
taking chances
in my stockpile of memories
every decision was a chance
every step forward is
determined by where I had been before
the killing ground
looks good, it really does.
Its become almost a ritual
I walk in
you there in a wheelchair
I kiss you on the lips
You kiss back
Its become almost a ritual
I talk, you a few words
You nod
I continue
Its become almost a ritual
I tell you how handsome you are
You thank me
And its a ritual
I come home
you can not be here
it is like a whirlwind
that has happened
I can not bear it
I immediately get some water
I do not break down and cry
Yes, my beloved was taken from me
I am grateful he did not die
I repeat that phrase over and over
What is it like for him?
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
I held on to the roses
pink, orange, violet, and red
I held on to the roses
the golden touch in my life
the pitter patter
the fragrant rose at my dining room table
the rose that lit my kitchen window
the rose that stood by me in my darkest hour
Sometimes, the rose was her own piece
my own piece of heaven.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
S l o w l y
I taste the wine
S l o w l y
I write the rhyme
S l o w l y
I start my day
S l o w l y
my face dismay
S l o w l y
I pay my bills
S l o w l y
I take my pills
S l o w l y
I put aside sadness
S l o w l y
I replace with happiness
S l o w l y
the world does not wait
S l o w l y
I hesitate
S l o w l y
I plug into view
S l o w ly
its me and then, You.
noticing fog
a comforting thought returns
under the fogged in skies
how much did you love me?
I know it was a lot
I was the receiver of so much
I never once questioned it
we were sympatico
the seasons rolled
we were sympatico
the words came to the
tip of my tongue
the silences when the TV blared
the silences when we slept in each others arms
or Cocoa in between
How much is lost in time
your face never leaves mine
your heart beats with mine
even Now.
Nice dreams
red velvet cake
I wanted to serve it to you
I wanted to touch your face
in the sunlight
I begin again
each morning a revision
another day to get it right
so to speak
to read volumes
to walk in the park
to hold truths in the palm of my hand
How are You?
tenacious heart
beating to the rhythm I walk on sand in bare feet I walk into life as a brisk day with the geraniums blooming with the fierce river rolling with the sun in the sky like an orange ball shining I hear you when I am in the shower when I am in the yard when I start the barbecue you were here and the memory is sweet I lost you now but I will never leave you I bought you chocolates and strawberries Tenacious love holds the rudder through time. |
silence is golden
awaking the small
spaces revisit the dream
silence is golden
the large spaces
gather in
silence is golden
the day begins
wings
surface
I am f l y i n g
amidst the s i l e n c e
the dream comes c l e a r.
clamoring
Monday starts
a blue Sunday recedes
the kitchen counters crowded
roast chicken pans
small tangerines
garlic and dill
olive oil
clamoring for attention
the pots and pans unwashed
the latter too hard to do
it will wait
like everything in my life
it will wait.
newness dances on feet unknown
a cleared up table
papers gone
disappear and vanish into boxes
clear cut tablecloth
ready
clean for company ready
as the day progresses into mid-day
no shower, no hair wash
no eyeliner, lips covered
I sit in my pajamas
watching the hours fly
thinking at 4 PM I will go to the park.
Subscribe to the NY Times
Sit huddled in a corner
Drink Zen tea at Starbucks
Flee from the enemy
Stand tall every morning
Sit in the seat of angels
Do a favor for someone
Hug a child
Teach a dog something new
Play havoc with the wind
Smell wildflowers
Weave daisy chains
Be the wind, sun, and shadow
B r e a t h e
Sweeping away the grains
Infinite shadows emerge and dissipate
4th of July wonder
Seated among the blooming roses
Friends next to me
Bill a face, not an e mail
I wanted to be the Wow factor
I dressed dramatically
My dress of 5 years ago or more
I wanted to meet new people
and I did.
Not withholding love
I live it every day
a child comes to visit
her lesson
is a labor of love
she draws a map
maybe the first map she has ever drawn
It is perfect
It shows all the cities and the Pacific Ocean
I watch this act
I stand in the wings
Learning is about letting the student fly
She flies
She completes the map
She knows it is good.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
When the urge to be surfaced
when the pillow fight is over
the struggle with myself ended
the incredible dream returns
I dream I would work again
I dream I would walk again
I dream I would ride the Bart again
In this sentence there are adjectives
Active verbs
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In the waking
God on my path
the countenance, the majesty of moments
walking with God, God is walking with me,too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
We never said good-bye
we never said good-bye
we never uttered endings
we never shuttered in the morning sun
we never gave up on sky
we never looked further than Now
we are living a dream
your mind returns
it is a gift upon gifts
I see you today
a resurrected cloud
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I hold you close.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Jim returns
1,000 dreams dancing in the sunlight
1,000 windows shining top of the morning
1,000 mouths singing in the limelight
1,000 feet walking to nirvana
I find you in the smallest hour
I speak my heart
my heart that was put in a box
I open it for you
1,000 friends shouting hello
I am walking with God, too.
In truth
the cat comes in
her paws touch carpet
her Buddah pose
quiet as the morning is long
In truth
the fingers ache like needles
arthritis looms
In truth
weight gain is about carelessness
today is a better day
In truth
time comes, time goes
I see the light of your eyes
I am walking with God and God is walking
with me
comforting me in those dark moments.
