POETRY | EXPERIMENTAL
Index of Famous Dying Words
Experimental poetry
Alive, swear to make them cut me open so that I won’t be buried
Content, I am
Dark, turn up the lights, I don’t want to go home in the
Death, nothing, but
Flowers, too late for fruit; too soon for
Finished, friends applaud, the comedy is
Heaven, oh, do not cry — be good children and we will all meet in
Light, I see black
Martinis, I should never have switched from bourbon to
Mystery now comes the
Rain, do you hear the
Rising, I must go in, the tide is
Time, all my possessions for a moment of
Understand, does nobody
Voices, I begin to hear
Way, I must have peace and this is the only
©2020 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.
This is the kind of nonsense that happens when the internet is down for three days and all you have to keep you company is a reference book on people’s last, dying words. Yes, I am morbid that way. So I decided to do an index poem and see what I could come up with. Will let you decide if it is poetry or just a mess.
Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. In addition to writing for The Wide Open Spaces, Lori also writes for twenty other publications here on Medium. Check out her personal Medium blog here.
