Places I Frequent - Anita Holzberg

                Oh, memory
         I have ceased to answer thee
                  Martin's photo swept away in the 
                        last de-cluttering
                    his book, his cowboy photo
                          a shining star hits the dust

          I must
                remember that today belongs to today
                     my trip to the UPS store that
                   carried my package in
                   that opened my chest of pots and pans
                            to send back
                that found me a 9 in green fry pan to keep
                                and packed it up
                                        for shipping
                            lickety-split

                       Those women were not clacking bimbos
                    but professionals of paper and packing
                              one a chef at culinary school
                        the other church going

                               from South Africa

                                  little trips I make now
                              to those who care for Seniors
                                      with a cane
                             I find these trips empowering
                                       and heartfelt among
                            dash and din of a day's routine.                 

Waves - Anita Holzberg

Ice cream
cobalt blue sea
seagulls hang over
surf
come up
sometimes rough
beauty is in the sound of the
waves.

Poem for June by Anita Holzberg

Time the great marker
sugar-coated occurrences
wind that does not stop

One white rose appears
then one red
and then a third one--orange

I tell the garden to be my barometer
when the small beaked hummingbird arrives
when the bushy black tailed squirrels ride
my telephone wires high
when summer simulates spring
when curtains ring.




two roses
one white,
one red
meet beyond the wooden shed

each ones' song
out into the universe

June tune.


Anita Schiffman Holzberg
June 29, '10

New thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In shadow
 in darkness
    in unfathomed silences
           the word proceeds the music
the hum proceeds the phrase
   the ditto proceeds what we see in
          Nature
 the chime precedes our deepest joy

(I know this, because I have been there).

Anita Schiffman Holzberg
July 1, '10
July flys

A classic Button pose!

freshly baked brownie muffins baked by Ruth!

Peace -Anita Holzberg

P e  a  c e

    comes q u i e t l y

the anger extinguished

        the fluorescent bulb lasts

                 longer

   throw the clay on the wall

        watch it stick

        the tread of humanity

   rests

       in the resting.

a sparkling jewel

Lessons Learned at Twilight - Anita Holzberg

Twilight   the time between dusk and dark
    
 
     between nodding and unwinding

        between cat's meows and dogs bow-wows.

doggo gnaws on a tasty ankle bone

Home made cheese scones

Finding Peace - Anita Holzberg

In peace I come
to the river
laying down my arms

In openness I come
my heart is listening

In solitude I come
as the clouds roll over
as the sun still not here
the birds wait also

In mirth I come
the snails wiggle
the bunnies hop
the stems of nature always changing

In peace I come
like the running brook
I find the separateness
to be....

Anita S. Holzberg
Searching for Peace
June 10, '10

a small rockery in a dog basket for my friend Betty

Anita Holzberg

In the interim sky begets sky old memories surface I walk up the mountain as a cloud or two floods.

Hi from Anita

Hi! On this glorious hot/almost summer day
Through my mail shoot sat a package from
Ann. Wow, English tea. How special! The flavors
of the tea where very different than here. We have
black tea, and zen tea (green tea), and herbal tea.
Because of the anti=oxygen's and health craze,
herbal tea and green tea are high on the list for us
here in Sunnyvale and the Bay Area. The Bay area
are all those towns in the San Francisco area. I am
in the South Bay.

At any rate, tea is really big now.
I enjoyed my cup of typhoo tea (square tea
bag) with milk and sugar. It had somewhat of a spice
to it. First I made it straight up...and then remembered
that milk might be good and sugar too. I can use stevia
a natural sugar. I too am into the health craze.

So now, as I sip my tea, I think of you Ann,
drinking the same tea....only a few miles as
the crow files across the Atlantic.

Cheers, mon amie.

June Fancy - Anita Holzberg

Now, is the time for silence
   the bird whispers
     the trees bloom
        the roses are in here.
  the month of June.

I stand over her

for protection
for protest
for payment

'Look at me, look at me!'

Anita Holzberg

The world will not end,
by plague or war
nature will stand by
if we protect her.

The tin tea bus that arrives at Christmas to keep Ringtons tea bags in!

bootscraper at my local church

In the Spring rain
A day
to fade in (with the wallpaper)

I prop on top of pillows

I exercise flat in front of TV

I drink my afternoon tea.

Anita Holzberg
May 25, '10

Today's flower - not sure of name

instead of a passion
there worried a shark
who under the blackness
escaped from the dark
underwater wet world
to discover the night
and then to the sunrise
to bask in the light

there were no voices,
as the sun went down.

unused to such quiet
they busied themselves
in their hands

beach-blue bodies
full of remorse.

always a gamble

latte v mocha
black v white
good v evil

who can decide,
at the edge of the lake,
on whether to leap
or to put on the brake

Unavailable for business,
her shutters were down

she lay in the field,
wrapped in a cone of barley
topped off with a sunshine sauce

She jumps puddles
Wears nothing but a smile
Hiding all in her eyes

Wide-mouthed vessel
of brick-red clay

With lilac-scented breath,
wisps of hair misbehaving
in the wind

He had scissors


With his scissors he did cut
and
With his fingers he did weave
and
With his whisperings he did breathe

some flesh into the lives of others



all done with utmost care,
great aplomb

never knowingly undertold

I am not naked in my dreams

Nor am I motionless in motion
Windless as a sail
On a boat bereft

whites

These are the tiniest of flowers, however when you see them bunched together like this it looks like the finest bouquet in the world.

Three Kisses - Anita Holzberg

Three kisses from nowhere
Oh, yes I guess
I knew where they were from

Three kisses
that kept the sun shining
that kept away the rain
that said "do not weep".

Fact: they were unexpected
Fact: they were uninitiated.

I would tell you from whom they were from
But, why kiss and tell.

thistle

This small flower in my garden reminded me of Scotland -

Begonia - I think!

Some planting that I did at the weekend - I guess this is a typical English bedding plant.

Golf course

The golf course at Brandesburton has some lovely twists and turns (I only know this from going past it - I have never played golf!). I thought this bunker was particularly poetic.

Spring in England

Is this not the best time of year in England!! - For me it is, the expectation of summer to come and the winter behind us - it's all in the journey not in the arriving isn't it!!

Bluebell Woods at Ranmore Common

A Garden Poem - Anita Holzberg

Rabbits run
   chipmunks travel fast on high wires
        hummingbirds dart near
 feeders
 
               Spring
 looms
                
     like a beautiful cloud
 
                
             we step into
                
                
 rain
                
 green grass
                
                 red
 roses
                
            impossible
 dreams
                
                
   come
                
             in the middle of
 the night
 
                
              romance
 the stone.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg
prayers for susan, my sister
May 3, '10

thoughts - Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow
    there will be a clean table
         a new stainless sink
               a faucet that does not drip
                  in my 60's kitchen

 Renovation breeds innovation
  sketches appear in a sketch book
      long noses
             big fancy ball dresses
                 with skinny spaghetti straps
                       high heeled shoes to match

                I dream of lips with ffresh color
                     creamy
                             like ices
                   that one licks on a summer's day.

Anita S. Holzberg
Thoughts
May 2, '10

Tractor at Hornsea in April

Speak Spring - Anita Holzberg

Speak to the running brook
  Hang from the nearest tree
     recite a poem for you and me

Stand under a mighty oak
     do bring your diet coke
         or lemonade
              time goes
            you know
               it is the Spring breeze
                   that tells me so.

        Anita Schiffman Holzberg
        Thoughts about Camp Somerset
            Rutherford  summers
        May 2, '10

my favourite pillows

the revolution is looking straight into pain and not playing the game - Anita Holzberg

the revolution is writing at its best

the revolution is self evolving from writing

the revolution is standing tall in the storm

the revolution is 
        looking straight into pain and not playing
                   the game
the revolution is reaching out to the littlest child

the revolution is Owen and me singing 

the revolution is evolving
    much like an non-stop top
           evolving
                  churning
                       yearning
                coming back to center
                         full circle
                     for that chance
                           that unadulterated chance
                                  to find the Peace
                               music is on the path
                                       but more than that
                                         truth
                                          I must speak
                                       truth to myself
                                                some one
                                           can hear it
                                         If I hear it
                                       it is important
                                        as breath itself.

Midnight and Beyond
Writings of the heart/spirit/soul
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
April 5, '10