I found inspiration to write today's poem from Victoria Chang's The Trees Witness Everything. I'm a big fan of Chang's poetry and I am getting close to have read every poetry collection by her, including her epistolary book Dear Memory.
Starting Over
After Victoria Chang
Let my topics be served blanched and salted
on dinner plates, let my lost notebooks
and my lost poems be monsters within
fables and nursery rhymes, let me be
a fable too, a wind chime inside a dream,
musical notes waiting for dissonance into
harmony, to forget and overwhelm the
small mouthfuls of doubts, and fill the
tongue with words to say I can do this,
I can wear beige in summer and white
after Labor day, I can break the rules
of poems if I bite small mouthfuls of praise.
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