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’ll be travelling for the next few weeks, hoping to elicit words from strangers in other cities. Please keep sharing Poetry for Strangers with your friends and strangers – the more poems, the merrier.

And onto this week’s poem…

The Stranger: Kelly, who gave me the haircut I adore – which is to say, trim the ends and leave it long. We chatted about our daughters, and I asked her for a word.

Her word: Love

The poem (3 linked haiku!) I wrote:

Seeing tulips punch
out reminds you how swiftly
she came to sunlight:

this new green seedling
taking from you all the words
but those shaped from dirt

and written for her:
spelling how much I love you
inside each wracked cell.

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