Memento Vivere by Jane Zwart My husband tells me I should write about life, about the garden he’s planted: the celosia topped with felted flames, the chenille full of muppets’ pink fingers. And it is not negligible, the life, the marigolds crowding the touch-me-nots, the squash blossoms like nylon try-on socks stashed in a plant we did not mean to buy. If it must be life, let me also mention the cardinal. He is gargling song at the top of a dogwood. Life, my husband tells me, an orb of waning geranium plucked and balled in his hand, and I, who have told many half-truths, say, “But I always write about life”.
Today’s poem for #NationalPoetryMonth
#MementoVivere by #JaneZwart
(My husband’s 1st question when asked to read a new poem:
“Is this about grief or death?”)
#NaPoMo #poetry
“And it is not negligible, the life….and I, who have told many half truths, say, “But I always write about life”
