Poetry for Strangers is about finding inspiration in community, in people, in the chance encounters of everyday life. PFS suggests that every person can be a “muse” of a poem. Every week of this year I will ask a stranger for a single word and then write a poem inspired by the word. I invite you to do the same.

Share your poem on this week’s word!



 

I heard Ruth, a former Waldorf teacher, give a talk about education, and I went up afterward to meet her. She carries stories from educating her sons in a worldly and wise fashion, and she now teaches eurythmy, an expressive movement art.

The Stranger: Ruth

The Word: Ephemeral

The poem I wrote:

My first loves
are my creations,
ephemeral,
written and alive;
they never stop
growing even
in winter,
and with ease
I fall second
to your or anyone’s
mountains.

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.