Not withholding love
I live it every day
a child comes to visit
her lesson
is a labor of love
she draws a map
maybe the first map she has ever drawn
It is perfect
It shows all the cities and the Pacific Ocean
I watch this act
I stand in the wings
Learning is about letting the student fly
She flies
She completes the map
She knows it is good.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
When the urge to be surfaced
when the pillow fight is over
the struggle with myself ended
the incredible dream returns
I dream I would work again
I dream I would walk again
I dream I would ride the Bart again
In this sentence there are adjectives
Active verbs
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In the waking
God on my path
the countenance, the majesty of moments
walking with God, God is walking with me,too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
We never said good-bye
we never said good-bye
we never uttered endings
we never shuttered in the morning sun
we never gave up on sky
we never looked further than Now
we are living a dream
your mind returns
it is a gift upon gifts
I see you today
a resurrected cloud
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I hold you close.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Jim returns
1,000 dreams dancing in the sunlight
1,000 windows shining top of the morning
1,000 mouths singing in the limelight
1,000 feet walking to nirvana
I find you in the smallest hour
I speak my heart
my heart that was put in a box
I open it for you
1,000 friends shouting hello
I am walking with God, too.
In truth
the cat comes in
her paws touch carpet
her Buddah pose
quiet as the morning is long
In truth
the fingers ache like needles
arthritis looms
In truth
weight gain is about carelessness
today is a better day
In truth
time comes, time goes
I see the light of your eyes
I am walking with God and God is walking
with me
comforting me in those dark moments.
Round about the orchard
comes down
on the ground
from the tree apricots
I ate them
on the tar mat running
I sat there
juice running from my face
all gooey
round about the orchid
juice runs down
around town.
Asparagus doesn't cut it
green beans come in second
broccoli is the winner
fiber veggies
I wanted to have more fiber
I say your name
the fiber veggies keep
coming
as the truth about eating
I have my toast and marmalade
fiber and sweet
keep the wheat bread
I need the sweet
more than the wheat.
Keep the fiber coming.
Anita S. Holzberg
In the stations
Out the lake
On the water
In house
under wraps
I speak to you
Never leaving me
Never speaking that "good-bye"
In the inopportune moments
belly up
I sit by my window in my study
Hacking out lines
I am like a fisherman
putting the lines out and the bait
Ever waiting
never expecting
This.
Sweet hearts
putting together
a summer
a new bunch of rainbows
as I speak to you
with stars in my eyes
as I hold your hand
electric vibes
on this summer June day
you hardly speak
your body language says a lot
I look straight into your eyes
I see love.
It rises on the rafters
and in our sweet hearts.
In the stillness
birds weep
babies sleep
the horizon moves on a continuum
the stars fade out
the sky is renewed
In the stillness
dreams are found
under the peace of another
day dawning
the fox and the foxglove are one.
As the rivers roll as time moves June, my favorite month 7 days to go I wonder what July will be like? As the mountains move as the shadows recede as time looms into sky I see your face again I hear your voice we take a photo I wear a gold jacket my intention is to Wow it works you come back to me its all about the mind returning a soft pebble rolls I pick it up You are back.
Not so fast
the moon recedes
the planet turns
the earth goes brown
the rivers dry
Not so fast
the greening of America
solar roofs
solar houses
my own house
curbed for energy
Not so fast
this world changes
tablets and iphones
fast communication
voids in intimacy
Not so fast
I cherish my friends
my writer friends
who understand me
in this sea of communication
glitches
there still is poetry
a small voice
steady and strong
not so fast.
Stand in your truth ride the high wire Keep the secrets of a lifetime under wraps Walk in the trenches Never bicker with strangers Hold the ticket close Hold my hand and I will hold yours.
And love will find you
hiding under a rock
in a shelter
under wraps
a comforter with feet
And love has found me
in assisted living
the spark of what we had
always present
And love will be like a tree of remembrance
whose branches hang memories
whose leaves, promise
In truth I never thought I would find you again
Love walks in mysterious ways
she abounds joy
at the juncture of pain
she lives, breathes,
extinguishers fires
put out the flames
the soft mellow face
of love remembers
and brings the peace.
The journey is far endless days and nights the beetles and dragonflies know what we do not the bamboo shoot that sprouted in the middle of my garden speaks her own truths I turn a leaf I followed my heart in that moment divine intervention took place My friend was the initiator blessings to her and Jim I notice today the trumpet vine flowers orange next to the bamboo an Asian mix in my garden bringing symmetry and hope.
On the crown of the soul
anita s. holzberg
Birds chirp
chickens cluck
dogs bark
Cats meow
The sound of just being around
is good
really good
I throw away my expectations
and listen.
Anita S. Holzberg
In an instant
talk with you
things become
clear
I must live like Buddha
experiencing Now
going over dirty
ground
does not keep the
sneakers clean.
Anita S. Holzberg
I stake out my life
one more time
humanity rocks
I am witness
to sorrow
anxiety
plea bargaining
The message I tell myself
is to be strong
forces will reconcile or not
hurts will always be hurts
A Moment of
Bad Sundays
pass
liquid rain comes down
as I resurrect
my peace.
In paths I run
through clouded windows
the sun peeks
as the river runs
clear
I must follow her
and thee.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
The spaces between writing and not
f u r t h er
as my mind takes other directions
Writing has to be a clear shot
a stone that ripples in the water
freely tossed
In the interim, I drink my coffee
play piano
"Time Comes, Time Goes"
as the light returns
to sky.
The cat swallowed the canary
and then some
Dogs abide by their owners
A fraidy cat stays on the deck
waiting for breakfast
Time is the magic wand
As I write these words to keep
me sane
Time is the umbrella
The clause, the policy
To be remembered in these poems
Who knows?
