The last time I saw him play was the Isle of Wight.
Not his best performance but he still lit up the night.
18 days later he would be gone at 27.
He said: "Forget what other people say, craziness is heaven."
I missed the last time he ever picked up a guitar.
Too tired to make it to Ronnie Scott's club and bar.
A musical magpie - blues, jazz and Dylan all went into the mix.
Into his head they went and they all emerged as Hendrix.
For nearly four years I was a part of his entourage.
Uncomplicated, straight talking, no need for camouflage.
He said: "Who are you to judge the life I live, I mean
before you start pointing fingers make sure your hands are clean."
His words live on but the problems they refer to will never cease.
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace."
8/22/2026
Bernie, this is Katharine Folkes, judge for this weeks short story post. It is suggested that a post be listed as either general fiction or poetry, but not both. Since the poem is what you're telling about, that should probably be the topic, don't you think? BTW, your daughter did a great job! It is. of course, up to you which you choose.