evening comes
4 hours medical
arm swinging like a pendulum
no pain meds
healing good
rehab is up to me
evening comes salmon and quinoa
made by a total stranger
sits and talks
daughter going to teach in Japan
life could take on new paths
delicious icing froasting
chocolate for the bath
something new
inhale
wonderful!
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
A Poem from Anita
Response - by Anita
| "When you sit in a café, with a lot of music in the background & a lot of projects in your head, you're not really drinking your coffee or your tea. You're drinking your projects, you're drinking your worries. You are not real, & the coffee is not real either. Your coffee can only reveal itself to you as a reality when you go back to your self & produce your true presence, freeing yourself from the past, the future, & from your worries. When you are real, the tea also becomes real & the encounter between you & the tea is real. This is genuine tea drinking." ~Thich Nhat Hanh Anita's response - the green tea beckons its the only drink i drink at Starbucks the zen flavor of lemon grass seeps the aroma astounds me light yet tangy life becomes that too in a NewYork minute California dreams arise. |
Saturday, 25 February 2012
Morning Comes - Anita Holzberg
Morning comes
Nathan visits
We talk about our lives
over a Cappuccino at Starbucks
no seats
We share a table with a guy with a small dog
Scott is in the conversation and Baby the dog
Scott leaves
We talk about finances and our children
We talk for almost 2 hours
Starbucks' tables become empty
It is over 70 degrees in February
The dialog started for us in September
It continues
I in a sling
A poet friend comes by
We talk as if no one but us is there
My hair blows softly
My heart rises
Life is good!
In my lucky Starbucks
Life is good!
Monday, 20 February 2012
tomorrow - Anita Holzberg
tomorrow
the clouds will rise
the trees will be more green
the willows will awaken
i will have a working right arm
a left knee that can walk more than a mile
morning comes, prayer too
in this resemblance of sky
there is light, also.
the day wakes up - Anita Holzberg
In silence
the day wakes up
the hummingbird flutters
the buttercup shines
the trumpet vine hums
all creatures big and small
enter this day
and i remember the beauty of nature
too!
Friday, 17 February 2012
Poem by Anita
in the staying
in o n e place
we never escape our dreams
we see the everyday as special
the community not only of writers
but gardeners, caregivers, street cleaners
everyone contributing to the day
forces of nature come together
on the shoulders of hard work
the core of the apple sings.
Monday, 13 February 2012
Monday Arrives - Anita Holzberg
Monday arrives
the surprise is the rain
coming down like gangbusters
the barbecue all covered in wet
the faded green umbrella soaked
the cat in the yard,
her coat soaked too
i sleep way beyond sunrise
the arm in less pain
time is the great healer
time and good people around me
the key to healing
this is true
right as rain
as the light at the end
of my tunnel still shines for me.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Greetings - from Anita!
in the slow dance of the turtle
sure steps are found
in the opening of sky
burdens lift
in the soft moss
a playful soul emerges
sure steps are found
in the opening of sky
burdens lift
in the soft moss
a playful soul emerges
Friday, 10 February 2012
another day - Anita Holzberg
morning comes
Sumatra coffee
ribboned Valentine cards
for my daughters
Sumatra coffee
ribboned Valentine cards
for my daughters
sentiments sky high
sun shining
another mild day in February
like spring-in-winter
5 weeks to go
arm in a sling
fractured is temporary
Poem by Anita
morning comes
the sun glowing between the streets
the sweet scent of cinnamon toast
tangy grapefruit
coffee brewed by a caregiver
arm in a sling
nathan calls from east coast
i am in his heart for empathy
soft shades of morning
hopping keys the keyboard
humming into a sense of normalcy
hope in these words
the sun glowing between the streets
the sweet scent of cinnamon toast
tangy grapefruit
coffee brewed by a caregiver
arm in a sling
nathan calls from east coast
i am in his heart for empathy
soft shades of morning
hopping keys the keyboard
humming into a sense of normalcy
hope in these words
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Poem of Healing by Anita Holzberg
morning comes
chance plays her trump card
arm in a sling once strong
now broken
time is all i have
time to heal
chance plays her trump card
arm in a sling once strong
now broken
time is all i have
time to heal
Friday, 3 February 2012
I Gather Them In - Anita Holzberg
I gather them in
all the pleats of memory
all the sequins of history
all the glitz and glam-our
or a life I led
the trips to LA
Frank Israel's designs
his friendship, too
I gather them in
pearls and diamond bracelets
lost
fragrance of Coco Channel
shiny hair
perfumed mornings
before I saw You
I gather them all
wind and wonder
soft petals
leaves of red
brick evenings
I chance to meet you in my dream
sweet pillows of remembrances
on a bird's wing
I remember it all
all the losses I endured
even Now.
Mine - Anita Holzbzerg
Mine,
I wanted it to be mine
My rainbow
My piece of heaven
My peace among the rafters
Mine going and coming
Mine love affair fleeting
Mine curtains flowing
Mine heart, soul, and body
riding the crest
of too many lost loves
Mine facing another Valentine's Day
In lieu of all this
Mine fancy do dads
Mine raspberry jam
Mine patch of freedom
in this sea of aloneness
Mine spirit rises with the wind
a new day revs
Mine bangle bracelets
Mine house of comfort
Mine Picchu and glee
Mine sacred time between
me and Thee.
We all Connect with the Great White River - Anita Holzberg
We connect with the great white river
that flows within us
The darkness and light
that floods morning-song
The tall trees whose roots go to the next
millennium
Politics aside
We ride the crest of a natural wonder
Can you hear the mockingbirds?
Can you see the heron
sliding on Shoreline marsh?
Can you blow thistle
and watch the seeds fall?
We connect with the rushing of the rain
the softness of a snow
I have been there
every morning
rehearsing your song,
dear Earth.
and that rehearsal brings
infinite peace.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
In This World - Anita Holzberg
In this world
Evie, 4 months old
connects
with eyes, nose, mouth, and toes
her being in the world short of a miracle
In this world
the ideas evolve
the time to think immense
books emerge
poems follow suit
In this world
time does not stand still
the planets wax and wane
the infinite colors mix
as paint and wit
mark this day.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Monday, 30 January 2012
If - Anita Holzberg
If,
my life would be settled
If,
the flux would go away
If,
this morning I get an answer
If,
standing at the gate
no egg on my face
if
revising dreams
one by one
I take them
to mean something
more
than breathing
Spin
Dance
Win
Recede
Advance
Sing
of Thee for Me.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Dawn Song - Anita Holzberg
Soft sounds of morning
sweet sounds of the night retreating
infinite waves of freedom
wash over me
as
I begin again
every morning
before the sunrise
In this zone
a new day in the wings
I take away the pillows
I am good
all is right with the world
I hope for you in your world, too
all is right with my world.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Spiritual Journey - Anita
Not withstanding rain
my heart like a soldier
my days like the battlefield
my vision beyond memory
In the Psalm of Songs
I reside
In my goings and comings
I create
my poems and my songs
music for my soul
In these moments I am closer
to God
I have turned a leaf
seen the hummingbird come close
walked to the mountain's lap
taken my recovery
as a spiritual journey
For Thee and me
I sing waiting for the darkness
to recede
the darkness of my life
has left
I have the hope for a better
today and tomorrow
Hashem is the light
its that inside light
that starts each day
with gratitude and thanksgiving.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Cross Over - Anita Holzberg
In time I will remember
who I was
how disorganized the mind
how writing bills a chore
always losing the stamp
In time I will remember
the anger from the divorce
my children far
my life a class
for teaching
In time the petals of a life
cross over
60's a new beginning
the surgery life changing
renewal is what it is
spiritual and physical
I give myself permission
to grieve, to love, to explore
to take that path
that finds me
out in a field of poppies
with the rain lightly falling
my shoulders caressed by the wet
shower
and of thee I sing
in these moments, too
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Life Is For The Brave Heart - Anita Holzberg
Life is for the brave heart
Life is for the brave
with a heart
Life is not for sissies
The burning feet return
every night
I just grin and bear it
Sometimes it gets so unbearable
I just weep
Sometimes I call Bill and he listens
He takes away the pain
Friends mean a lot
They can take away the pain
They offer love and acceptance
Life is for the brave heart
I have been very brave
I have moved mountains with my mind and body
Yes, I have.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Of Thee I Sing - Anita Holzberg
In thee I sing
In everything about Thee
let freedom ring
for the table that is before me
for Picchu my wonderful cat
for friends I meet near and far
for the loving of life
for the trusting of self
of thee I sing
Recovery is the physical and the heart
together
In recovery I sing
marching on to freedom's path
Its the path we make for ourselves
Of Thee I sing.
The Daily Balance - Anita
The elliptical does not make it happen
I pounded that for 10 years
The bike no one walks away slimmer
Its the food that one eats
The daily balance
The routine check
3 fruits 2 vegetables or visa a versa
After having gained 7 lbs.
I fear that I could gain more
No trail mix
No cheese
No popcorn
No peanut butter
No wishing to be thin
No outrageous cleanses
No detox
White knuckle dreams
I can do this
I did it before
Keep on trekking.
Anita S. Holzberg
In The Darkness - Anita Holzberg
In the darkness
sprout the greatest dreams
In the darkness
conceived the future
In the darkness
memories unite
In the darkness
flowers incubate
babies are conceived
ideas culminate
I wanted to be
a writer
I wanted to make
a difference
I wanted others to
hear by words
I wanted to bring
peace to me and thee
I wanted to make
a difference
In the darkness, I did.
IN WINTER - Anita Holzberg
In Winter I come
like the stoic geraniums
rigid stems of red
living in pots
unearthed
In Winter my courage
surfaces
like golden wheat
like fresh corn
in a sea of poppies
In Winter
I see your face again
after a long absence
I have your photo
I kept that
sewed up
and all the memories
of
a Love Story
now told.
I Missed the Dawn - by Anita
I missed the dawn
but I did not miss you waking
in my heart
I missed the dawn
but time holds you up to my face
I missed the dawn
where the colors of sky
mix blue with magenta
I missed the dawn
as the day begins
the singing in my heart
begins too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Time was honored, Finite - Anita Holzberg
In truth I will follow you
to the end of the earth
where flowers are cherished
where beer flows
where time stops
In every walk I take
I walk with you
With every step
a backlog of memories
For us
time was honored, finite
For others
time goes like that spool
the tread never stopping
For me
the greatest love in the greatest time
This morning I sing to thee
everything about thee
& me.
Monday, 23 January 2012
Chances Are - Anita
Chances are
I will never have this time again
Chances are
the white river
on my path
the golden sun
follows my lead
the red currant jam
finds its way
the sea of flowers
mark my path
the flourish of the trees
light my morning
and You
everything about You
makes it all happen
You in my heart
every day
streaming.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
I Put On My Wishing Hat - by Anita
On this rainy Monday
the door open
the inevitable dream
comes
as peace washes
over me
my heart on a limb
On this morning
in the dark
out of bed
4 AM
Sumatra coffee
I ground the beans
very fresh
I think
that England is far
Oakland is farther
Santa Cruz
over the hill
I put on my wishing hat
I could go there
sometime
when leg and feet working
as one unit
The sea of memory is deep
Evie is growing by leaps and bounds
Owen is waiting for me
We will catch up
We will see the sunrise
as the rain hammers
In all this
there is a pervading goodness
I feel it
for me and thee.
Anita Schiffman HolzbergA Winter's Poem - Anita Holzberg
In fog I will look for you
As the 49ers play their game,
I will think of you
you in your man cave
no one could speak when
the game was on
In wet and windy Winter
I will cuddle you
as time swooped
you away
I was left with the quilts,
never without the love.
In how I end the day,
I will honor you
You who stood by me
You who held my hand
who handled my heart
sometimes with kid gloves
There was nothing feminine about you
You were a man's man
down to your fingernails
I loved that
and every inch of you
As the months travel by,
as I write these poems
I care for you
even more Now
as dusk comes
as it sheds dark over my
shoulder
another day closes
another day
with thoughts of YOU.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
I Set My Compass - Anita
Precious memories
Picchu is apart of them
a "fraidy" cat
is under my toes
No one knows
what path life will take
No one knows the course
I set my compass
Sometimes I have to throw it away
A GPS not functioning
You were on my path
The years we spent amazing
The years we spent together
I touch a leaf now
pinch my waist
You are not here
I am left to carry our memories
I will,
I promise
I promise.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
In Summer - Anita Holzberg
In Summer
I will see you in my yard
In Summer we will sit on the patio
as the frogs and infinite creatures watch
In Summer
we will barbecue corn wrapped in husks
and take out work gloves to get them
off the grill
In Summer
we will wear shorts and sleeveless tops
and talk until it gets dark
In Summer a chicken dinner
before us
All those days are gone
I still have the gloves
I still have the memories
Its Winter now
don't know what Summer holds
Sweet dreams cover my heart
a precious box of memories
pervades my soul.
Love walks on many paths
You are here on mine.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Quite Mornings, by Anita
Quiet mornings
I commune with Picchu
coming in from the rain
Quiet mornings
I drink my Hazelnut coffee
in my kitchen
spotless and clean
Quiet mornings
Your voice among the lilies
so powerful
so strong
I choose to think of
thee
this morning
this dawn=song
is your song too.
And in these moments
I am more
Beans for Breakfast - Anita Holzberg
BEANS FOR BREAKFAST
TURKEY CHILI
COLD
HAZELNUT COFFEE
I RUN TO THE PANTRY
YOUR FACE NOT THERE
I RUN TO THE DOOR
YOU ARE NOT KNOCKING
I RUN TO THE PATIO
NO CHICKEN BARBECUING
IN THIS STATE OF ALONENESS
I TAKE MY STANCE
I RIGHT MY DREAMS
IN TRUTH
I HAD THE GREATEST LOVE
IN FACT
IT IS OVER
IN THE MORNING I REMEMBER
WHAT I HAD
AND MOURN.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Friday, 20 January 2012
I Will Take You With ME - Anita
I will take your face
with me
to every corner
to every silent field
in my goings and comings
I will take you with me
to my next venture
your smile
your laughter
will light the way
I will visit you in my darkest hours
I will chance to meet you
my lips will remain open
my heart will never close
because
I met you.
In these quiet days
I meet you daily
I celebrate what we had
as the days get lighter
my burdens are lighter
too
having met YOU!
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Love Knows No Bounds - Anita Holzberg
In deep sleep
you will come to me
about 2 AM
the shadows walking
In wit and candor
You will speak to me
My humor not lost among the rubble
In vows
and in little ways
a stroke of my hair
a kiss on the cheek
a word whispered
you will stay with me
For love knows no bounds
for love knows no endings
for love survives
in a box,
in a pantry
in the little space
It grows in the dark
you know
like the smallest sprout on wings.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
At The Keyboard - Anita
Notes barrel across the keyboard
morning=song
dawn and the words come
with the notes like rain pitter patter
on the roof tops of memory
I sing unto Thee
the vast cavern of the unknown
before me
like the open road
my future
is not carved in stone
like the open sea
the endless patch of blue
My music takes me to another place
that place between
me and Thee
sacred notes shouting out
in this tranquil morning.
The First Light - Anita Holzberg
The first light
a soft pink rising
the trees black
the sun not up
almost 7 AM
I rise early
toast and coffee
cranberry jam
and the day begins
a quick look forward
in time
I will remember
remembering the sunrise
and it will bring
me
Bliss
unspoken.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
From the Journals - some Insights - Anita Holzberg
Searching for fireflies
butterflies appear
Fine honed salt on the other side of the moon
Searching for fireflies
the world opens up
song and lyric appear
in the humdrum of the day
making it fly by
Searching and yearning my entire life
The search will never end
The yearning will be over
I found something divine in the shadows
of a new day
I found the real sense of knowing is knowing not
I found that writing to wellness can create dreams
my doorstep is filled with well wishers
in the being of the being
soot replaced by clear water
flowing in the background
of a life that keeps
evolving
I went nowhere
I was everywhere.
I Missed the Sunrise - Anita
I missed the sunrise
light bright between the trees
I missed the sunrise
slept in
Fed the cat at 7 AM
in 31 degree weather
She stayed outside eating
her warm coat around her
I missed the sunrise
but heard your heart among
the bushes
heard the start of the day
I had all kind of plans
a cleanse for me
if I am able
a cleaning of the house
the laundry waits
I missed the sunrise
there is always tomorrow
The dawn song rings
in my soul
every day
it rings in my soul.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
A Poem for Martin by Anita
We met
under the shells of time
in the river of memory
at a coffee house that resembled
home
We met
under the inequities of the world
under the guise of political freedom
under the bowls of the earth
In circumstance we met
In happen stance we danced
In loyalty we bonded
Not so much for ourselves
But we ourselves submerged
stronger, more surefooted
in the sea of aloneness
We met under the cloak of sadness
In the transition time
under the guise of not knowing
why or how we met
We met
to connect
that's it-
Anita Schiffman Holzberg.
Cool chilly mornings - Anita Holzberg
Cool chilly mornings
no rain yet
Coolness in my heart
I found out where you are
Many moons have been since I've seen you,
kissed you
Cool endings of a day
sometimes no one calls
sometimes sleep comes over in a vacant
sea
sometimes I feel energy with my words
my heart speaks to Thee
And all is right with the world.
Amen
Monday, 16 January 2012
In this morning..... have a beautiful day! - Anita Holzberg
In this morning
the dawn escapes my breath
In this morning
the sky cries with remembrance
In this morning
You ride the hill of memory
In this morning
The world does not hear my prayer
In this morning
The children of the world are singing
In this morning
Evie is waking up
Owen begins his day
In this morning
The words flow like cream
In this morning
I pray to Thee Oh, God
for all good things
to touch my family and my friends
as we have what we have
soft crevices of morning
holds me
once again in the lap
of gentleness
of serene dreams
waking
I have P E A C E.
I Loved You and in the Loving, loved me too - Anita Holzberg
In solitude
in complete quiet
in separateness
with a loving heart
I write these lines
Had I had a partner
Had I had a lover
Had I teamed with someone
These lines might not come
Fresh bread for morning song
Fresh flowers for my heart
I loved you
you were my everything
until
it was over
vacant days
lonely nights
I loved you like breath itself
and in the loving, I began to love me
too
Quiet days
quieter nights
I speak to you now
in poetry, in verse
the heart never forgets
the depth of feeling
the heart never forgets.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Sunday, 15 January 2012
For all things Divine, I found thee - Anita Holzberg
Peace walks on gossamer feet
the winning moment
always comes
after a cup of coffee
after toast with jam
after viewing the morning sunrise
In virtue
I come
In stance and happen stance
I lead
In the waking up
In the lying down
In those things divine
I found thee
always in the shadows I walked
always alone near a river I talked
always out to lunch
Until the simple act of staying
put
here for 10 weeks for healing
without my stop and go life
I found thee
a profound sense of gratefulness
overwhelms me
I am here to do good works for me
and thee
Amen
Aunt Bern by Anita x
Floods of remembrances
my Aunt in her pink robe
at her table in New Jersey
I had come far to find her face
her smile always got to me
In those conversations I learned a lot
I learned that self dignity is the way to go
I learned that self reliance never hurt with
a sense of style
My Aunt is gone.
I will not be able to speak with her again
Those conversations where I spoke my heart
and she answered
will be with me forever
Forever is a long time.
Bye Bye Aunt Bern
my Aunt in her pink robe
at her table in New Jersey
I had come far to find her face
her smile always got to me
In those conversations I learned a lot
I learned that self dignity is the way to go
I learned that self reliance never hurt with
a sense of style
My Aunt is gone.
I will not be able to speak with her again
Those conversations where I spoke my heart
and she answered
will be with me forever
Forever is a long time.
Bye Bye Aunt Bern
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