The Poem of the Month: January

It’s time to reveal the Poem of the Month for January.

But before we do, we want to say that each and every poem at Every Day Poems is picked with care. A lot of time, thought, and love goes into the creation of this very special poetry daily (the only poetry daily we know of that works to give you monthly themes, beautiful art, and handpicked photography).

Alright, but you are waiting. To hear.

Which one?

Which poem resonated for more people?

And why?

We can only tell you which poem. The why remains a wonderful mystery.

Maybe, you can tell us why. We’d love to hear.

January’s poem of the month was: Food Service, by Laura Brown.

Photo by David Leggett, Creative Commons, via Flickr.

Comments

    • says

      It is. My old Toyota feels like a young sports car zipping into it. It’s just far enough away from wherever I’m going that the walk opens the mind for a wisp of poem to blow in.

  1. says

    I loved this one, too. It was the food, the connection between people, the nod to service work that makes up such a huge part of our economy. It was the specificity, the universality, the way we all started thinking about our “regular” orders at the places we go. We were at Community Bakery, and then suddenly we were at the baker in our own hometown, ordering our favorites.

    Yes, this was a beautiful poem.

  2. says

    Subtlety which brings me to my own discoveries moves and startles me (in a good way). This poem had so many parts that, in themselves, told a huge story. Each part contains its own rich history of events and relationships. Like:

    “angry woman in the wheelchair…on Christmas Eve”

    “overseer…would plate a slice of meatloaf…when he saw my brother in line”

    “night manager who remembers / I had a blueberry waffle last time”

    “night manager…takes the whisk…teaching”

    • says

      “Subtlety which brings me to my own discoveries moves and startles me (in a good way).” That’s a great observation about why we are engaged by some writing. Thanks, Monica.

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