Write a poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily-perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood.
(Prompt by Maureen Thorson)
You take life too seriously.
It’d be much more fun
if you remember to laugh.
(There’s so much to cry about,
what if we laughed instead?)
Chase the white rabbit.
This isn’t Wonderland,
but we can still wonder.
Try to hold onto that feeling
when the Christmas lights twinkle
as you breathe in deep,
as you speed past,
time speeds up
(when you don’t have much of it left).
Try to hold the magic inside of your lungs,
inhale as though it were a Turkish Gold.
None of us get out alive.
We might as well sing off-key
and laugh like tonight’s the last night
Take my guitar and strum a melody
to tell you the things that I could never say.
(I believe she’ll explain it to you
One day when I’m gone.)
You’ll remember my name, my laugh,
but don’t think me a fool
because I’ve proven myself to be much more
Laugh like tonight’s the last night
and tell the girl you love her
(because I forgot to say it
before it was too late).
-inspired by Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology