New Poem for Spring - Anita

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

Poem by Anita

Early morning
   the new day before the day
       p e a c e 
         reigns
              in this instant
                     waves recede.

Anita 

In an instant - Anita 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 

Beverley Minster

Anita poem

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 - Anita Holzberg

In paths I run
  through clouded windows
     the sun peeks
         as the river runs 
clear
   I must follow her
      and thee.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Time comes, time goes - Anita 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.

Anita's poem

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?

Poem by Anita

The black sky covers
The rain soaked deck
Sparkle in the coming light

In discovery I find your face
Among the lilies
Your smile on my doorstep
Your voice unending

You did not die
You will never leave me

As geese fly
As children run
As the curtain flows
As the sea recedes
As waves come

You will be with me
My beloved for all time.

Time Comes, Time Goes lyrics to a song set to music - by Anita

Time Comes,
Time Goes
You were there for me to 
  start my heart

Time Comes,
Time Goes
You were there for me to
   start my heart

Love...is the answer
Love ...is the answer

When you have a love like that
When you have a love like that
You are to t a l l y changed.

Time comes,
Time goes
You were there for me to
 start my heart

When you have a love like that
You are totally changed.

Spring-light - Anita Holzberg

Spring-light comes
  bounds and bounds of light
8 AM
  my garden has a glow
    my heart leaps up to match
        the light
  In the interim
     I think of you, dear Jim
  write a song about you, dear Jim

Love is the answer
   that is my message

No amount of clothes or fancy dinners out
compete

Love is the answer
Now.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

The Lesson - Anita Holzberg

Waking
  the leaves wet
     rain enters the garden
 all chairs wet
     the barbecue before the season's
         start shiny black with rain

                In the waking
yesterday's visit of Debbie and Sarah
   while Misaki did her drawing
         in her lesson
    Sarah's golden locks shorter
       as she gave to Locks of Love
             her face shining in
               her new sporty hair do

         Misaski brings her drawing
          over for all to see
                happy sun and happy clouds
            frame a Peter Cottontail

Suddenly, my student and friends are together
          In that moment
I became higher than a kite
  never coming down as I resumed the lesson
          Sarah and her Mom leave
                Misaki does her phonics
                        and writing

          another day in the house
                this one refreshing!

Anita's New Poetry Book

Hi Readers:
  This Winter I have written 2 chapbooks of my poems.  They contain 10 poems 
each.  

One is "Love Knows No Bounds, Love poems to Jim Becker.  The other "A Beam of
Light" are 10 poems of healing.  I believe each speaks to the universal world 
out there.
If you want to purchase them or have them, they are $5 US dollars and can be 
ordered
with your comment on my blog.  I believe they are wonderful!  You will embrace 
the
Love Poems. Everyone who was ever in love will relate to them. Poems of healing 
is
my journey after knee replacement surgery and my broken arm.  Those too will 
help
on get on with their life after the physical challenges.  Do let me know if you 
might
want a copy.  I will have "A Beam of Light", after April.  Take care, dear 
Readers.
So glad you are out there. It means so much.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

In Willows I Will Remember You - Anita Holzberg

In willows 
I will remember you
as the light becomes day
before my eyes
I will honor you
because life is about loving
Loving is about life
Love makes it through the depths
I hold this prism of light before me
Before you are waking
Before you are moving
I feel all that you are
All that you are to me. 

whole foods - Anita Holzberg

Whole grains
whole foods
rapsberry jam
a piece of dark chocolate

whipped strawberry dessert
beef stew and black beans
Brought by Beth Am Woman
In purpose
My healing of the right arm
Good,
Advancing as we speak.

Attention to Detail - by Anita

Rapt attention
to detail
I live my life memorizing closets
Counting socks in drawers
Organizing t-shirts
Piles of memories in those clothes
capri pants and flowered shirts
straw hats and cloth caps
In the interim
there is space for writing
and dreaming
that's what life is about
dreaming.
The flowers sing to me this
early morning and the
trees with pop of green
bring me peace.

As My Day Dreams - Anita Holzberg

Tomorrow's vision
On today's sleeve
the undulating seas
claim me
the hunt and peck
besiege me
the wrestle of the leaves
understand me
the comings and goings
of life remind me
that life is short
5 months in this house
I survived and did better
than that
The wings of man summon
and the children who I teach
who are my grand kids
speak to me in the early
morning
pearls of wisdom from them
always a divine light around them
as my day dreams.

Morning=light by Anita Holzberg

I insist
the universe is round
the ground is brown
the grass grows
like sweet grains under
my feet
the understood visions
march into Spring
as the infinite shadows
recede
in the morning light.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg 

I Spoke to my Beloved

not withstanding hope
I write these words
I spoke to my beloved
He knew my voice
Time erases the pain
Time can catch me
Out there always
Always with you in my heart
5 months does not mean
You will forget me
I will never forget You
Soft shades of morning curl
Like silver threads in the morning
sun
at the thought.

Maine - Anita Holzberg

lobsters and shrimp
buttered sauce
big white bibs
a New England clam chowder
I have been there
in Maine
where the lake laps
the rocky coast emerges
the Augusts are chilly
The evergreens roll
The peace in the mountain
Mount Katadin
The girls around the campfire
tennis courts until dusk
are now in the sea of my
dreams.

A Short Poem - Anita

After the rain
my deck absorbs the wet
clouds move overhead
sun dances like crystals
the sky emits patches of blue
the tea kettle sings.

A List Poem - by Anita Holzberg

G-d bless
 the repeating sky
that greets me every morning
the reoccurring dream
that hops open my heart
the air waves
street scenes
cream on the gelato
covered spaces with trees 
hanging over
the river of the mind
that returns in Spring-like
fashion
with semi circles of leaves.

Poem by Anita

rapt in the glow of light
i begin my day through
  the window
ethereal and reasonable
shade and brightness
like a Mondrian painting
the color block
brick gold and red
repeat
their allegiance to sky
after the long Winter's healing
in my sea of dreams.

Madagascar is far - Anita Holzberg

Madagascar is far
  windows hold light
fragrance comes but once a day
streets are greening with cracks
  moss between the toes
A semblance of thought and word
comes quietly to me this day
as the rapt wind blows through
  my hair
     and my fingers walk
my head knows that hard work
is ahead
  I glance at the river, one more time.

4 Months in the House - Anita

Words like wings
  come to me
4 months in the house
The air is still fresh, the light
comes and finds me through windows
I cherish my quilts, my Sumatra coffee,
the coming and going of my cat, Picchu
the camaraderie of friends
the grand kids that light my stage
the restless heart awakens 
I dream of long walks
summer barbecues
a swim across a cool pool
You, there swimming, too.

morning-song - by Anita Holzberg

lightened dreams walk
 on top of morning-song
the sun transmits
a mild March day
is the offering
shadows drop away
as the day begins in
light and shadow
trees glisten
listen to the birds
a song without words.

A Poem from Anita

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!

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.

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!

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!

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 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.

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

another day - Anita Holzberg

morning comes
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 

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

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.

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.

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 

I Wish You Hope Among the Lilies - Anita Holzberg

Drunk with the newness of the day    I toast the morning        eat my grapefruit           juicy with her pink skin         Drunk with the prospect of writing yet       another poem           to be young around my grand kids                     Evie and Owen                 soon            in 2 weeks I will see them              Drunk with the rain-song, the morning-song      the day=before=the day song I wish you hope among the lilies I wish you solace among the daisies I wish you all that you wish Drunk with the prospect of the day No backpack too heavy No memory too fierce A string of memories like pearls My Mother's smile Lights the way.