Always Talking - Anita Holzberg

In the interim

 the wave of memory touches my shoulder

   my Mother's kitchen

We were all together

Breakfast was my favorite meal

Bacon and eggs

or delicious French toast

We sat at the glass table

  with a table cloth

the toaster near by

the bird singing in the corner

the New York Times before my father

We discussed the events of the day

We were always talking

Now, my grand kids together

Outside a glass table

Owen and Peter weaving on a loom

Evie playing with bubbles

The umbrella up

Talking always talking

as the sun streamed

on a 73 degree early Spring afternoon

Talking always talking.

Chances Are - by Anita

Chances are

 breezes blow

   rain washes

geranium grow

  my bamboo reaches all dimensions

time is a wash

it is almost April

We nudge on to Spring

With rebirth and renewed hope

just as the ribbons of he kite flow

time does not wait for us 

days go

people weave in and out

a week ago my whole family was here

it was such a happy time

I hold the memory as the week flies

into another.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Beginning - Anita Holzberg

A lesson learned

Every new beginning

Every moment a new beginning

Every sneeze a new opening

Every piece of writing an open slate

Every time Misaki takes her lesson

A new beginning

If you believe in taking chances

Revising reenacting renovating

Every step is that New Beginning!

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Anita's poem

Morning comes

 the clouds push in

coffee drips

toast pops

cats meow

birds chirp

flowers bloom

trees bud

in the scheme of things

all is OK

riding the tide

I love my everyday!

How about You?

Poem by Anita

The clouds come in

 the day is cooler

Mocha always under my feet

A soulful cat who just loves my company

It's kind of a lazy day

No place really to be in a busy week

Rest and relaxation is my mantra

I look at my geraniums blooming

Fresh with rain

and smile.

riding out the tide - Anita

Riding out the tide

  I skip stones in the river

they hop

my heart hops too

thinking of you

I sit here

the first day of Spring

Eat an Orange

Set the clock straight

as I scamper through this day

the borders of my mind

open

As my azalea  bush blooms

and the blue jay sings

Music to my ears.

In the Swim of Things - Anita Holzberg

In the swim of things

I clean off my kitchen table

  the spaces are freed up

the clutter goes in another room

I probably won't look at it

and I will eventually toss it out

I will save my Birthday cards and wishes

That are so precious to me.

In the interim

I find time to write a few lines

Recognize who I am on these pages

Go forward every day with my life.

Anita
Schiffman Holzberg

Umbilicus - a pome by Ann

Umbilicus

you are that thread.

you connect me to the core

of myself.

when life was full of promise

and rare

when things were close

not far away

no matter what has happened 

between then and now,

that was the moment

I came alive.

some thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In the morning before the morning

  I make my peace

among the rising light

  among the chirping of the birds

Geraniums come up after a dry dormant Winter

I hold fast to the truths of my generation

love, peace, and more love

When you believe in love

You have everything!

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Missing You - by Anita Holzberg

Missing you is an understatement

I push on, sometimes the memories make me

  stronger

I have my own health challenges

You in a bed going nowhere

I touch your face

Bring you a hamburger with bacon

Your favorite

And talk, you nod only uttering

one word "Yeah"

How I would like to push the clock back!

a poem by Anita

Watching my two cats eat

Mocha my indoor cat

Picchu my outdoor cat

I thought I would have to leave them

for a while

while I got my knee surgery

I had all kinds of cat sitters for them

But, no surgery for now

I will just enjoy the ride of these

  loveable animals

For now!

Writing on the Big Screen - Anita

If bigger is better

I do not know for sure

majestic exclamations

power sweeps

my entire body is writing 

as I launch my new computer

the old one, a friend for so many years

I commence with this poem

I run rivers across my mind

Words can not say everything

as I start a new journey

the mind can just about go anywhere

If I try..........................

In with the new!

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

Kindness (a poem) - Anita

I stepped into the arena of kindness

  it felt so good so welcoming

my neighbor, my friend Aya

  helped me put away my groceries

bringing in the bags, stacking yogurts

  organizing my stuff

In a flash it was done

  I hugged her

     for that moment

and the many times

   she is by my side

A wonderful woman whose whole being

   spells kindness!!