My
July
My birth month
Bring on the sparks
Bring on siestas
Bring gratitude for shade
And breezes -- for all mercies:
Small as ants whose dance goes noticed
Subtle as haze distilled to diamonds
Ephemeral as dewy dawn
Profound as dreams of thunder
Hail Dali-drooping days
And lazy wonder
Embrace ennui
Celebrate
July
Me
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See the prequel poem:
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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In the heart of every dawn, when the world still slumbers, there is a rhythm that begins to play. The soft hum of life awakening, a silent symphony of purpose and motion. Work, in its many forms, is not merely a task or an obligation; it is the essence of our existence, the canvas upon which we paint our lives.
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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Comments (8)
Super, superb inspirational poem!!! Loving it!!!♥️♥️💕
This is beautiful. I am also a July baby.
Happy Birthday, Sonia! May you be graced with all the shade & tender breezes you desire.
Lovely work! What day are u? I'm on the 14th! 😁
Also love the sort of ladder-nonet form, very well done. Honored to share a birthday month with you💕
A beautiful and much-needed read. Thank you so much for sharing!!
Oh, I love the way you formatted this and the sparse amount of words you used to make such an emotive and joyful poem! Bravo, Sonia!
Nice one!😍 anyways wish you advance happy birthday 🥳🥳🥳