Fragrance - by Anita

Fragrance comes
 I smell her
almost as lovely as
 a rose
 
Fragrance comes
my Coco Channel
always my favorite

You can have Chance
too, Channel in my consciousness
Since my Mother

OK, Fragrance is memorable
Lily of the valley, Carvon
Mrs. Harriet Schiffman
I could smell that acrid sweetness
Across the room
And love, too. 

Searching for Answers - Anita Holzberg

Searching for answers
A needle in a haystack
Time the ultimate river
      of truth
            of waking and dying
Every day
      we die a bit
                every day we are reborn
                          a bit

        the balance
               between: sadness
                                        and  joy

      elation and deflation

Searching for answers
        I pull off the leaves of my hardy neglected
                geranium plant
                             still there
                        still               there.

Anita and Emily

I Will Get There - Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow the dream is written on
    on my sleeve
Tomorrow the dream is waltzing out to lunch
     unencumbered 
Tomorrow the dream is walking down steps
     without a cane 
Tomorrow the dream is dancing to the tune of
     grand kids marching

I will get there
I have to push hard now
I did it before
I will do it again

Tomorrow's dream is close to reality

Be it
Seek it
Wear it
Hug it
                Make it my shadow
                      Make it my foot print
                          Make it my landscape

                              Be. 

Awfully - Anita Holzberg

Awfully full
of a lunch which I said everything I know
    about poetry
I wanted to speak that to a person
    whose poetry I like

Awfully happy
I had lunch amidst the clacking of forks and spoons
A Mexican salad of beans and chips and avocado
I set facing a new/old friend
Her ideas popping out gems

Awfully connected
From Boston blue collar  roots, East coast beginnings
The family car persisted in our stories
How important is that?

Awfully wonderful
We said "Good-bye"
The common tread pulled us
Hugged us close 
This beautiful Spring May Day.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Time is of the Essence - Anita Holzberg

Time is of the essence
No time for brooding and going backwards
The infinite shadows persists
My heart torn and somewhat shattered
But, I know I will recover
Its like walking
It's walking through that gets me there
To the other side of the mountain.

For Inge - by Anita

Not withstanding hope
I write these lines
My new found old friend
Gives me adrenaline
I go with it
Up to the skies
I sit in her garden
the fountain a beautiful stream of white water f l o w i n g
She shows me what she is about
Fresh strawberries and cheese
Freshly brewed coffee
Mix in
With dogs on the other side of the fence
The view very green
The laughter and banter continues
Way past supper time
I drive home inebriated with her spirit
and her lightness.

A New Day - Anita Holzberg

Seated here
  my hazelnut coffee beside me
swing pants on my body
   yoga thoughts
meditation
the going is good, really good
the coming is good too.
I am immersed in song

Momentum - Anita Holzberg

Do you have real momentum?
You know the kind that athletes have?

Do you slip and sway
Ride and Roll
In sneakers?

If you do you can play any piece of music
Or can you?

My piano plays itself in the early morning
"Opening April"

P.S.  Momentum on its own

Up Early - Anita

Up early
  the sky does not hold hands with sun
  the stars flicker yet before they fade 
  the house is quiet as a mouse
  the coffee brews in exact rhythm

I hold these moments
   between being and non being
   between the celebrated sea rolling in
   between the spaces that clear the mind 
   between my goings and comings
   between my settling and unsettling

The world waits for no one
Watch me walk
Wait for me.  

Close to Home - Anita Holzberg

In truth
 the budding mini roses say it all
Stay close to home
  live breathe the garden

In truth
  the dancing picnic
     before a moveable feast
this summer's barbecues
   I can taste them

So much has transpired in the last three weeks
  I am humbled by this wonderful turn of events

I stay close to home
Remember who I am and who I will be.

I Follow Her - Anita Holzberg

Staking out the sun
I follow her
patches of light fall
  so silently
on my books, my favorite arm chair
the wind is in the room
curtains fly
the cat is in the yard
everything has its place

I never change much
Life is about comfort
warm slippers and teatime
life is about all that can make you happy
if you do find a soft bed to fall on.

The Balancing Act Begins - Anita

UP EARLY
Up too early
the sleep machine works
Optimum sleep
I do not care if it is noisy
I feel better, I really do
I plan to organize a family barbecue
I plan to walk the steps at Kaiser today
Dr. Chi at 1:45
The balancing act begins

Riding the tide
I straddle the components of my mind
Will I arrive with more walking
Walking for the Bart and Oakland
I need a few weeks of rehab
Lots more rehab
Water aerobics next week

The sun is shining on my face
There is abundance now
Abundance of friendship
Abundance of affirmations
Now.
Watch me, if you can.
Say a prayer for my recovery.

Thank you.

Infiite - Anita Holzberg

Infinite rain
 non existent this morning
with the sun s t r e a m i n g
Her face shining in my living room

Infinite shadows
  I do not feel you creeping in my veins
or the foreshadowing of the day ahead

Infinite madness
   I run around the house to find napkins
blue napkins and they are missing
Oh, well

Infinite goals
I want to be happy
I want to walk and take the Bart to Oakland
to see Owen and Evie

Infinite light
that floods my heart, my head
every day now
Who knows really why?

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Up Late - Anita Holzberg

Up late
  the AC humming
Like a night owl
I go through mail
Riveting memories
I organize a bit
Company on Thursday
Get religion, here and now

Up late
  the detective program over
the night clear
   Christal clear
just breezing with the breeze

Amazing after 10 what can get done

Clear spaces

Until the next day with mail collecting

Where are you now
My dear feathered friend

Where are you now as I overkill my
words
I reach for you somewhere out there
Beyond my covers

Up late.