Showing posts with label quick write. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quick write. Show all posts

Friday, September 12, 2025

A Day to Remember Forever

Did you hear the bell ring for the 9/11 fallen heroes yesterday? 24 years ago, New York City first responders, police, firemen, and newscasters flooded the streets and the media with traumatic news. People ran from their buildings under a shower of dust and darkness. Cement covered the streets as people tried to find a passage over the Brooklyn Bridge. While I did not witness all of this in person, I felt the weight of fear and grief as did the Village of Rockville Centre in Long Island, New York, where I lived. 

Forty-nine people in my village died during the 9/11 catastrophe. The Patch news named it the "deadliest terror attack on American soil". Of those people, Cantor Fitzgerald, American financial services firm, lost the most lives, one of whom was the mother of my daughter's senior high school friend. Because their friend suffered such a loss, my daughter and her two friends organized a candlelight vigil parade. Three hundred people gathered together. Tears flowed throughout this silent passage from the high school througout the village. For a long while life was worrisome. Memorials were erected so people could remember that horrible day in 2001 and be hopeful about the future. 

I remember September 11th each year and so does the world. Families  gather together to honor their fallen loved ones. A bell tolls like the sound of grief. Names of 9/11 victims are read as tears flow like water. Now life continues with a different thought. It is the time to bind the world together as a connected global society. Rid the world of hatred and unkindness to find peace.

September 11th

unpredicable hatred 
swept across the sky

New York City was attacked
fear and sorrow opened their channels
to all fallen heroes
draft CVarsalona, 9/11/2025, cherita

Listen to Fallen Heroes (9-11)
Hope for Tomorrow

Bind the human race into
a connected global society
with hatred extinguished
and unity established.
©CVarsalona, 2025 quick write draft


Thank you to author, poet, and educator, Rose Cappelli, for hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup today. She added Mary Oliver's poem that can be a call to action.

Friday, December 23, 2022

Christmas In My Heart

The days prior to Christmas remain in my heart as family-sacred time.

Take a peek.

The house smells of cookies and pies baking.

 

The lights on various indoor trees glisten. 

Christmas music surrounds the great room and kitchen areas. 


There are hectic moments as the house readies for twelve o'clock when a child is born in a manger and Santa rushes in to proclaim the good news. 


Life is still a green wonderland here in Virginia but there are memories of snow-blanketed landscapes in Central New York and Long Island. 

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The elves are still busy in Mrs. Klaus' (Varsalona) kitchen.

Christmas elves wait
Santa's shop is still open
ho-ho-ho wishes
©CVarsalona, 2022

Charles Dickens wrote in a Christmas Carol, “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.” This is a simple wish that I choose to honor. Author/poet, Helen Rice Steiner, concurred with Dickens' statement: “Peace on earth will come to stay when we live Christmas every day.” 

Christmas In My Heart
Christmas,
 newborn joy,
a baby in a manger
a beautiful little boy.

Christmas
memories fill the house
some hidden
like a little mouse.

Thoughts of family
here and passed,
find prayerful ways 
to holdfast.

In truth, Christmas
lays within my heart
I plan to celebrate
and do my part.
©CVarsalona, 2022, quick write

May your holidays be filled with joy, peace, and love!

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Due to family festivities starting today, I jump quickly to author/poet Irene Latham's blog because Irene is hosting Poetry Friday. She invites all to share in the poetic goodness being offered. Irene begins with a look at a young poet's new book, thoughts on poetry writing, and a new ArtSpeak poem. Thanks, Irene, for always keeping the candle lit with inspiration: Writing poetry is an act of self-care, a way to grow and deepen all the days of our lives.

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Back to Long Island Again

It was a slow wake-up for us. We needed to be on the road heading back to Long Island for the closing but we overslept. I could barely keep awake as we inched closer to New York but I did notice that the weather was cooler. Would our house be ready to welcome us back?

Hello house,
you waited for us
to return.
We are ready
to make you
a welcoming sight
for new owners.
They will love you
as you grow older.
We will remember
all the memories,
the good times
and sad ones.
Homes are
safe havens
of happiness.
You were that for us.
Home is a shelter from storms-all sorts of storms. -William J. Bennett

House, be that shelter for the next family
We wish you well as we make you shine.



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Thursday, March 11, 2021

Moving Team Arrives

“There is only one way to bridge the perceived gap between a person and his or her greatest dreams, and that is to begin.” ― Richie Norton

Today was the realization of a long year of planning our new home. Our moving team arrived early and worked consistently to unload box after box and each piece of furniture into my new home. It was a day to say my dream came true.

I did not have one minute to sit down and rest or write. It was a never-ending flow of my name being called out or the phone ringing. So now in the last few minutes of the day, I sit thinking of all that happened today. While it was a hectic day, I feel grateful for a time to rest and think about the beginning of a new life in Virginia.

Tomorrow I hope to send off photos of a house filled with boxes, laugh about not being able to find the salt or pepper shakers, and many more thoughts on moving. Again I say, "There is no rest for the weary". 

Tomorrow is another day to begin anew and put away a few more boxes. Stay tuned.


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