I always thought haikus were too short and pointless. Writing one about my morning coffee showed me how much you can say with few words. It was a small win for my writing.
I've noticed a bunch of poets writing about cooking lately. It's all about simple things, like frying an egg or slicing bread. For example, I saw a piece that just listed spices in a cabinet. Another one was all about the sound of a knife on a cutting board. It feels like people are finding poetry in meal prep now. I think it's cool how normal stuff can become art. Makes me want to write about my own kitchen fails.
I was on a regional train from Florence, scribbling what I thought was a deep poem about the rolling hills. A fellow passenger leaned over and asked if I was drawing a map because my handwriting was so messy. Have you ever had your artistic moment totally misunderstood while you were on the road?