The Lost Poem of Jimi Hendrix
fifty-five years after Woodstock
Falling through clouds,
Again gravity battles for my soul.
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
Clouds morph to a sky of molten gray,
Tanks roll by.
The National Anthem blares from the belly of this beast,
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
An elephant emerges, trunk raised,
Trumpets a response in Satchmo riffs,
"Jump on my back."
I try as gravity battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
It rains my mother's tears.
It thunders my father's wrath.
The elephant flaps his ears and flies away.
I'm falling through clouds again.
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
Night ascends without the stars,
A deafening silence fills my ears
I cannot see; I cannot hear
I reach for my absent guitar,
As gravity battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
I feel the sun's rays on my cheek,
A murmur of voices fills my ears,
The voices of heaven crawl over each other,
Trying to be heard.
“Hey man, move over man, I don’t have no room up here!”
I am mute as gravity battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down.
About the Creator
Mindy Reed
Mindy is an, editor, narrator, writer, librarian, and educator. The founder of The Authors Assistant published Women of a Certain Age: Stories of the Twentieth Century in 2018 and This is the Dawning: a Woodstock Love Story in June 2019.
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Comments (2)
I could imagine Jimmy James having this on his mind as he looked for his axe.
Nice poem. Well done.