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A January Morning - Anita Holzberg

A January morning   

frost on my car       

I wait for visibility               

The compromises I make with myself             

are few and far between  

Life is a straight shot    

My vision is to go daily to Rehab        

To hope for your progress               

To be the voice          

even though you can not speak                     

In a sense         

the whole big life around this                 

has less meaning            

I watch my garden carefully                

the trees cry with me                

You on tender hooks                          

Make your comeback          

I wait and watch.   

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The North Sea

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Anita poem for Ann

In the open spaces
across the miles
I see your face ...
cheering me on
to the finish line
and beyond

Hello doggo!

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Card making class project for this week

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Odd sleeping position number 55

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Just fancied a lie down.

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My attempt at the American Dream!

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Anita's poem

In truth
the sea of humanity is vast
the olive branch is there
the infinite sense of community
rests on the shadow of time

In truth
finding friendship
in the path
where friendship is gone
is
a welcome fete

I lost my best friend
for whatever reason
he is gone
the life I had is gone

Tomato soup lunches
strawberry salads
strong coffee at dinner

all these things gone

the light from within ever forceful
the love for Jim from within.

Anita S. Holzberg
December 28, '10

Shivering doggo in a blanket

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Ann. A bit tired after Xmas!

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Anita's happy poem!

In peace I come like the budding rose I find a soft chair to sit on the cushion warm My hot pot bubbles as the water with be put in an English cobalt blue tea pot Miyu and Maskaki will romp in my house and their eyes will find the piano soon there will be music the fingers of little kids banging The years go by 5 years these wonderful neighbors from Japan next door, by my side. Anita Schiffman Holzberg December 27, 2010

In Twilight - Anita Holzberg

In twilight I came to expect
you
a friend, a visitor, a compatriot
room fulls of humor

In twilight I do some shopping
race out the door
Your face here no more

Anita S. Holzberg

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Poem by Anita

Warmth and friendship
good companionship
I wait for this every year

You and Al
the Mother Rooster and Father hen
watch over us.

I left richer for having spent the evening


I am filled with the vision
that if Lily can heal
Jim can find his way back, too

Seeds of change are in the air
the wind is non-existent
this Christmas Eve Night

The stars dance
the freedom to be
soft, yet strong
at your elegant table.

Anita S. Holzberg
Christmas Eve at Inge's and Al's





Blessings at Christmas

Anita Holzberg/ Poet/teacher/friend

Moments like these - Anita Holzberg

Moments like these another day at the hospital in and out recognition by JIM more out then in Brought in my music box cranked it up "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" it cheered me up not JIM too soon to hear this. Somehow, I left the hospital I just walked out in the 60 degree air In the walking I remembered who we were together a power couple each of us wielding our own power no codependency here It worked for us the days together flooded my face and the tears also. Amen. Anita S. Holzberg Day 36 Christmas Eve Happy Christmas, Ann XxAnita

Happy Christmas :)

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Poem for the New Year - Anita Holzberg

The world is still star bound
The river rides up the mountain
Sweet bee sounds around the campfire

I anchored down
I propped my head on pillows
The wind did not touch my toes
I made some bean soup
With a breast of chicken that sung in a
Sea of asparagus

Words spoke kindness
Like the back of a soft lounge chair
I held your face
Ever so close

Stationary remarks around an oak table

Ring in the New Year.....Cheer upon cheer.

Merry Christmas to all our favourite

readers on our blog!
Happy New Year, too!

Anita and Ann
Xx

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Still Another Day - Anita Holzberg

The rain bucketed down
in the morning hours
I chose to ride to the hospital
31 days
I marched to Intensive Care
like a soldier

31 days I repositioned who I am
who you are too

The rain bucked down today
my heart rode to Santa Clara

still attached

I met Max for the 3rd time
We exchanged hospital war stories
We were fast friends
and see the patient


waiting around
the clock to go in again

under the likely care and feeding
of a nurse
who did her thing
While I waited like a suspended toe dancer
in the wings.

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Still Another Day - Anita Holzberg

In the interim
I write these lines
Monday morning
I take the music of Andrea Bocelli
seriously
as it plays in my kitchen

You are Jim
a cloud swimming
a person who is still A L I V E

and I strive
to bring YOU, JIM
the light=the hope=the compassion

Anita

Thanksgiving Wish - Anita Holzberg

Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving 2010
the trees salute me
the sun is on my shoulder
my grandson says please and thank you
the friends I have open their hearts
in my greatest darkest hours
the joy shared for so many years

Thanksgiving
the world will hang the stars
memories but a wash
staid true blue statements walk
actions speak
the world will open her doors
Enter IN
Peace
good wishes
good will
It is a time of hope
as a poet, I pray for thee
in this time
we can create hope.

Anita S. Holzberg
My Thanksgiving Wish 2010

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I carry you - Anita Holzberg

I carry you in my heart
the wind in my
pocket
the sea of hope
rising

I carry you in my heart
the storms loom
the rains come down

the photograph
of you
never lost

I carry you as you are my only
connector to myself

I carry you green peace on a turbulent day
I carry you marshmallows on graham crackers
I carry you, a face from within.

On pillows, I will think of you
On street corners, at stop signs
I will remember You

As I take you with me on a journey
of my soul rising and
falling
You, there-- p r o t e c t me

Your look, your glow
will be so so
Wonderful!
So Absol u t e l y
so
Wonder ful!

Time will take you to another place

You will stay with me regardless

Your lips, your smile
will carry me

And you will be carried by me, too.

Anita S. Holzberg
I will carry you
A poem about friendship, love, interconnection
of the highest order.

(October 13, '10)
Words mean more
December 10, 2010

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My own snow princess!

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In the waking lights vanish the flickering at 1 AM I walk the path the high diving board far I nest in like the season rain, good food on a stove simmering long conversations before the fire light In the waking the birds sing a muted song the roads are set out before me like the river wide and vast small and meandering those little birds light my path.

thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In truth the budding rose is queen the river waits for no one time places no pity we row in a sea of seaweed the joy is in the rowing I came for thee in twilight You heard my call in truth yearning to be free begets freedom falling now in a sea I rowed to shore and the boggie man did not come. Anita S. Holzberg Yearning to be free begets freedom

from Anita x

Just sending you a big hug today
Your blog looks great
Ours looks great too
We are a team you and me
Across continents
That does not stop us
the words and photographs are snapped
Instant messages across the seas

Someday you and I will meet
Fast friends before the horizon
Fast buddies in crime and intention

xxxAnita

Lip gloss Mouths-Anita Holzberg

Time will be
the balance
the scales will shift
the moon rises
apple pie smells sweet
popcorn pops
six gentlemen say goodbye to
six elegant ladies
convertables will converge
in the sea
of the rioting 60's

2010
the i pad rises
the i phone receives
laptops become dream machines
spouting out video games, wii
children's programs that
whistle
tunes of promise

The world is changing
climate shifts
sushi bars emerge
Indian saris take the scene
among the Chinese faces
that settled before

The world changes
there is a shift of values
down home cooking
sleep number beds
portable fireplaces
walk into rooms
heated the world has become
struggles in Haiti and the Sudan
the Brazilizn heart beat
the great grand slam of
hair
the Branzilian hair blow
it lasts 3 months only $350/ a steal

Lip gloss mouths
rabbit run tunnels
staid and true
dreams attach
for me and you.

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg

Picture this - Anita Holzberg

Picture this
the Philistines said it
the holder of the Holy Grail
mentioned it
the survivors of 911 spoke it
the lone hiker jailed in Iran
lived it

Parting ways
on the rim of time
in the sealed jail

they spoke it I am f r e e
we heard it, too.


Lovi
November 11 2010
Irving Schiffman passed on this date 1987
He was a Veteran of the first order
One of the 36 men who passed the torch
to his daughters and their daughters and grandchildren
In his efforts to help his community, my Dad very often
put his hand in his pocket and helped the poor. He
dispensed prescriptions for over 40 years and loved
to laugh, dance, and sing. He was a natural athlete
could play stick ball, basketball, golf, tennis--any
sport he could master. He could speak any language
and make the person he was with laugh, too. My
Dad, today I salute for the legacy you gave us, for
believing I was a writer, for holding my hand during
my darkest hours, for making me laugh at myself and
for giving me Hebrew lessons for our rich Jewish
Heritage. You were a Jewish Mensch. G-d bless You, DAD.

Anita Holzberg

In the waxing and waning the pain persists like a needle going through hands lips remain without pain I color my lips I wear my new leopard sweater I dance around the room Il Vivo I live in this recuperating moments in these moments where the spirit meets the pain and says "enough" and the weight follows the pain getting higher and higher I register for a Pilate's class anything to get the stomach core smaller and in balance after Thanksgiving I will take the class. Amen Anita S. Holzberg November 12, '10

water poem - Anita Holzberg

Water rises to the level
We hope that water rises to the level of what we need
Sunnyvale water is controlled by the Santa Clara Water Co.

Drop by drop
I taste thee,
filtered, tap, or refrigerated

I hold my glass up to the light
the cool liquid flows throughout my body
enhanced by dandelion root drops

My heart flows with the circulation
of water
I can feel it in my toes
no numb feet
just rotating dancing toes

OH!

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg
November 11, '10

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

In the deep seated silence my yard a vehicle for peace a bowl of chicken barley soup & vegetables before me some water to wash it down my feet bare on the cement patio floor my Autumn red sweater popped over gray jeans Completeness is feeling comfort by yourself No birds this afternoon Only the 70 degree California sun on my shoulder Is it really November? Anita S. Holzberg November 6, '10

Forward steps - Anita Holzberg

Searching for truth
in old envelops
old e mails
photos from 30 years ago

I decided not to go back

forward steps
on the killing ground

to find sound ground
the feet firmly planted

in the s i l e n c e s

love walks in, too.

in the dreaming - Anita Holzberg

in the dreaming in that moment when the mind is clear words come and go the bright light shines you know in the dreaming dogs bark children run the sun is on my shoulder and those that light my path. Lovi for those that light my path Anita S. Holzberg