for my part
I left the rim on the shadow
the crust on the bread
the lid on the pot
the visor on the face
I left the leftovers at the restaurant
what I have left
leaves room for something else
someone else
there are no calculations about this
only great patches
of
b r e a t h i n g
space.
Friday, 31 August 2012
leftovers - by Anita
IN - Anita Holzberg
In the sea of the morning
I return to thee
I drink a whole pot of
cinnamon hazelnut coffee
before the juices start to run
I am walking
in my truth
I return to myself
time and time again
a feat unimagined
I put powder of lily of the valley over my body
after a long bath
I am home.
STAY - Anita Holzberg
The floor aches
the ribbon curls
the seeping glass of wine
stays
I hold it
like so many things in my life
precarious vision
the cat comes in
my face is lined
the turbulence
we make for ourselves
swims
not so the crackling fire.
Monday, 20 August 2012
some friends - Anita Holzberg
niceness does not count
or courtesy does not cut the rug
surface comments can be biting and cold
we need our friends
when we need our friends
some friends completely ignored me
after knee surgery
some came back to apologize
I can not count on them for the future
We sit, stoic
trying to tough it out
but friends that don't get it are not really
there
I sat her in my house for almost 6 months
That's a half a year
And realized
I was my best friend.
Amen.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Friday, 17 August 2012
loneliness - Anita Holzberg
Put aside loneliness:
put it in a paper bag
don't wear it over your head
put it in the incinerator
pray a special prayer
that it never returns
Put aside the loneliness
that infects you
as it gnaws on sweaters
pouring salty tears
My friend was ripped from me
taken, no shout has come from her
I realize now how much I loved her
how much I cherished her...
My dreams are dark, unclear
I must endure this anguish,
conjure a new spirit.
I must.
8 to 6 - Anita Holzberg
8 to 6
6 to 8
8 to 6
6 to 8
The gargantuan exists
the black spider pursue
8 to 6
I don't even see their beadie eyes
or hear them
I must dismiss
8 to 6
6 to 8
today I am very late
Cool Pool - Anita Holzberg
Aside from believing
I believe
like hunting for caterpillars
your head in my lap
memory does not fail me
as I write these lines
as I swim in the cool pool
so much my past is swimming
training for swimming
teaching swimming
I did 5 laps
did not stop
250 kicks
Oh, the cool pool
I float my dreams
my loves all seemingly together
the loves of my life
Owen and Evie highest on the list
cool pool.
Ortega Park no.2
Softly the dawn comes
it lands on Ortega Park
it lights the green of the lawns
the water flows
the tables for lunch
waiting
for us to come again
my new found old friend
it feels right eating at those tables
sharing a lunch
in the interlude of a
sunny warm August afternoon.
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Ortega Park - Anita Holzberg
I visit Ortega Park once again
after many days of missed walks
hanging around my house.
Today's different:
this time I take Bill there
for a picnic of
yogurt & cabbage,
dill pickles,
wonderful mini-pasta.
We pour cold water from
stainless steel water bottles
into clear plastic cups
I read Bill my 2 favorite
Neruda poems...
somehow, two poet's voices
penetrate the warm day
of t-shirted ball-players
babies & kids, moms
roses that bloom
effortlessly!
like this day,
like this precious
poetic moment.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
First Marriages - Anita Holzberg
If the world did not wink to us
if the world did not blink to us
if time was the barometer
I would watch it tick
sometimes, I would rather time travel
We spoke about our first marriages
my only marriage
and how significant it was
because we grew up together
we had kids together
we started a life together
Even now,
when the shoe is on the other foot
when dancing is as close as walking
when life is the unsettled cloud
your face launches
I remember who I was
in that marriage
who I now have become.
pan de leche - Anita Holzberg
Morning comes
Hazelnut coffee drips
pan de leche
soft bread
filled with air
I bite in
it does not crack my teeth
the taste is marvelous!
the texture like clouds
I highly recommend this bread
Bread the staff of life
its ingrained
to love bread
daily
wheat bread, pita bread, pan de leche bread
walk into my breakfast
I celebrate my bread
daily.
Sunday, 5 August 2012
If you do not have visions - Anita Holzberg
If you do not have visions
the world is a place
that does not laugh,
does not dance
does not sing
I talked to you about a vision
an action, a plan for yourself
your reaction positive
as the summer breezes come
as the linens on my bed clean
as my kitchen evolves into a celebration
of spices and sounds
as my day starts
with these dancing in my head
as my book is written
as my chance for you not altogether
understandable
as the day moves forward
always the vision wakes
and so my dreams become
a waking reality.
August then and Now - Anita Holzberg
Quiet mornings
abound
waking to the wonder
of the world opening
like a soft chord
memory besets my thoughts
August,
the month when Emily was born
yellow shorts
the lake
Rachel 2 years old and then some
the New Jersey heat
I prayed for mercy in that hot humidity
Tomato plants on the vine
A garden full of zucchini
I was married to the master gardener
Tuberous begonias lit my path
Spring Valley does not seem so far away
What is 37 years, I say
Those years were amazing
Now, I move into August
the summer sun does not fade my spirit
I walk taller
This knee replacement was good
I make another barbecue
This time, I am the Master Chef
All things will abound here
Friends of the neighborhood
coming together
I stand in the cool pool
Its been a year
I have my pool pass
I am moving on.
Have a beautiful day!
August 1 - Anita Holzberg
Let the summer roll
the umbrella of sweetness
happy times
I spend most of my days inside
not looking to be in the sun
surrounded by wildflowers
I stop occasionally to pick
a plum
that rolled on my deck from the tree
above it
eaten by birds
the purple flush against sky
I stop often to dry a swimsuit
or a sundress from the pool
in my descent to the out-
doors
summers of the past emerge
the barbecues
the lake
the swimming pool
barelegged and shorts clad
diving into the pool
no cares really
the days went quickly
when we were young
no real care about that
We come to mid summer
or late summer
the very last month
hot weather prevails
and fruit flies hover
over half eaten watermelon
the goal is never to underestimate
the end of summer
romance
stir fried afternoons
students opening notebooks
the goal is:
be true to thyself
let the summer come in
still one month to go
in late June I hum
in early August I harmonize
with all that has
happen
green eyed trees
and leaves of memory
make it even better.
Nine - Anita Holzberg
Nine geese ride into the wind
flying
against the words of nature
these birds,
a beauty to behold
Nine herons walk the beach
I spotted them before
never nine
what a sight!
nine moons dancing
nine fingers flying across
a keyboard
Sing!
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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