Poems in December

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Well here we are, folks! We’ve made it to the final monthly collection of poetry for 2019: my poems in December. I’ve been sharing my favorite pieces of the month for the past few years, which has made it incredibly easy to sort through and remember what I was reading during specific months (which is one of the main reasons why I love blogging so much). This installment of poems in December is not particularly festive or holiday-inspired, unlike that of last year’s selections as I had already saved a handful of pieces I thoroughly love so far (three of which coming from one particular poet). That’s not to say that I won’t include one last collection of poems perfect for the holiday season, but at least for now, poems in December are mainly focused on my favorite themes: change, love, and loss (as are most of my monthly poetry collections). The three poems I found in a chapbook are from the always inspiring and brilliant Sarah Kay (No Matter the Wreckage), whose work never ceases to make me gasp or cry at the most meticulous details. Sarah has a way of weaving stories through her poems without telling the reader what she wants to say. “Winter Without You” is a real gut punch and makes me yearn for New York at Christmas time especially the line: “it is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.” “Loose Threads” and “The First Poem in the Imaginary Book” are also by Sarah and reveal two imagined scenarios between herself and a lover. I’m inspired by how she always seems to avoid making heartbreak and yearning sound cliché and instead focuses on the beautiful language scattered throughout. “Somewhere Between the World and the Mirror” is an absolutely breathtaking piece by Negar Emrani, which took me out when I read the lines: “Somewhere between ‘I love you’ and ‘but’ / is mankind, a giant loneliness strolling / through an even greater loneliness.” I know the piece isn’t technically a seasonal one, but those final lines reminded me of the coldness of winter. The last piece in my poems in December collection is “Legend” by Helena Mesa– a true wildcard in this mix, but too good to ignore. I received the poem in my poets.org daily email and instantly loved how Helena juxtaposed the pure beauty of a flower with the violence of war. This piece is definitely not a Christmas poem, but it’s lovely enough to include in my last collection!