One of my first poems about John Lennon. It's free-verse which means it flows like natural speech. Not very flowery but, I hope you like it. :)


In His Life

He seemed a great mystery of a man, yet so obvious at the same time. Who would have thought that in the short time he was on this earth, he would live the life he did?

He may have looked tough and hardened, yet those who knew him best knew otherwise. I may not have had that privilege, but it is a small wonder that females of his day loved him.

With the wit of the fox, the charm and good looks of a prince, and gifted talent, it seemed he was at the right place at the right time to lead a great tidal wave of change, for better or worse, depending on how one views it.

What would it have been like to actually see him in person, to hear clearly the sound of his mesmerizing voice, to touch his hair which seemed perfect in every picture he was in, to touch his hands with which he made both poetry and music?

Yet, he was also a person, like us, with flaws and imperfections, with needs so common while a person like him was so uncommon. The need to love, and be loved. The need to do, the need to create. The yearning to be happy, the longing to have peace.

I often wonder how I would have acted, had I been alive to meet him. Would I have been shy and red-faced? Would I have been sassy and playful? Would I have even known what to say?

That's when disappointment rears its ugly head, reminding me that those are merely dreams. And yet, I have seen him, several times, though only in my dreams. So perfect, so sweet, that I'd want to never awaken.

And certainly I have imagined myself, as I am sure many others have, as his angel on the battlefield of which he fell, stopping the terrible event before it could do its irreparable damage.

How shocking that must have been, like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, like a flood wave descending into the desert, the moment his life was stolen for him.

I wonder what he thought in those last few moments he was alive. Some would say that in times such as those, your life flashes before your eyes.

Did he think of those he loved, those who loved him, those who inspired him, those he did and would continue to inspire?

One can only guess, considering that he has not come back to speak on the matter. And how interesting, it is, that love for him soared the moment he was declared gone.

Still, though he may have entered into and left this world with a bang, so to speak, in his life, he really seemed to be on a journey, one that ended much too soon, and one that could never be repeated.