The Lost Poem of Jimi Hendrix

We are four months from Woodstock’s 50th Anniversary. The iconic music festival has different meaning to different people in memory and imagination. During my research for my upcoming novel: This is the Dawning: A Woodstock Love Story, I have met people who were there, wished they had been there, or heard about it from parents and grandparents. I am constantly inspired by what I am told.

Recently, a coworker told me about her mother who used to be a flight attendant in the 1960s. There was a passenger on her flight who handed her a slip of paper with a poem written on it. As the passenger deplaned, another flight attendant said to her, “Do you know who that guy is? That’s Jimi Hendrix.

Neither my coworker, nor her mother, has any idea what happened to hat piece of paper. I imagine it has been floating on air, landing on sidewalks, pushed into a random pocket, blown against a falling leaf. I can imagine the lost poem of Jimi Hendrix; and if I were to find it blowing in the wind, I believe the verse is as follows: The Lost Poem of Jimi Hendrix

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