A lot of times we think of poetry as something that requires a big event like a heartbreak or a revolution, but lately I’ve been finding that the most honest verses are hidden in the mundane. There is a certain kind of silence that exists just before a poem begins. It isn’t the absence of sound, but rather the gathering of it— the steam rising from a morning cup of tea, the weight of my granddaughter’s hand in mine, or how the light catches a stray thread on the rug.

Sometimes poetry is less about “creating” and more about “noticing.” It’s about slowing down enough to hear the little things in the day-to-day.

Below are two poems (the first one a haiku, the second, a senryu) that came out of one of those quiet observational afternoons:

orange sunrise
green tea
matcha needed moment

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tea with milk
clouding
my thoughts

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What are the “small things” you’ve noticed today? Does the quiet inspire you or do you find it harder to write when the world is still? Let’s talk about it in the comments below.

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