The Word: Tender
I hope your weeks are going wonderfully! If you haven’t already, peek at the Poetry for Strangers website and you’ll find a dazzling array of brewery poems. And now, a new week, and a new stranger…
The stranger: Tonja was our server when my daughter and I were having breakfast at a restaurant in downtown Boise this past Saturday. She wore dangling bicycle earrings, which I loved. She leaned over to show them to my daughter.
Her word: Tender
The poem I wrote:
To be tender you must have holes in you
where the world can come in
just like a tender ship that is ready to receive
the wind. When we are born, we are
that: tender. We thicken our coats when life
harshes and hurts, but then look
what is left again: tender. Rubbed pink
beneath the callous. For a new
year, for a new life – we may choose to be
tender or fierce. Each one is a layer
among a thousand peeling skins, and if you
look you will see that there are holes
in each one, there is tenderness. Breathe
it in and out like a whale.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.