Hearing Jimi

Hearing Jimi

A Poem by Michael G.

Hearing Jimi



There was a time

we would go walking down lanes

and laughed our way through crowded parks.

All the while our minds went ahead -

and sometimes, those thoughts got out of the way

letting the free spirits and emotions pass.

Young rockers searching for favorite notes.




dancing and stepping among our footprints tried

keeping time with the sounds and feel.


they would move beyond and were gone

though some simply sat down

while others turned back.

Many couldn’t, wouldn’t, or didn’t understand

the trip being offered and expressed.



We kept our heartbeats in tune.

When the time was right

a wink of the eye and we would move quickly along

stepping up to the world stage,

smile and say, “I’m here!”

With many wanting, dreaming, wishing, shouting and singing,

we would slip just beyond sight again.

Out of view, then moving astride moonbeams

up, down, and under overpasses.

black lights spinning flashing sometimes brought enlightenment . . .

and more than a few headaches.



A brightly dressed band of gypsies gaily came

and borrowed a coin or two for another day.

They strode with us a way

then turned down their own road

singing loudly, dancing superbly until out of sight,

the music remembered for awhile,

eventually fading out of mind, also.



What adventures sunrises were back then -

those amazing kaleidoscopes of nature’s visions

along with sundowns and midnight's

having their own spiritual qualities, too.

Looks looking beyond window sills

patiently, impatiently searching for the next warmth.



We snapped fingers and clapped hands to the rhythm.

A foot or two tapping steadily to the music within.

Eyes often closed as we swayed lightly and easily.

Smiles shared by the experience.

Young rockers, now growing old

without their realizing the time passing.




only sometimes now . . .

I can still hear Jimi.



© 2017 Michael G.

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Michael G.
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"Young rockers, now growing old

without their realizing the time passing."...

I guess I am in that group...how did WE get here so fast..... and I also hear Jimi ......


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Michael G.
Michael G.

Holden Beach, NC

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