Chalked daffodils

That lad: you’ve never met

but you know he’s there,

a lad – not now perhaps,

or still perhaps

(hiding behind that greying hair) –

that lad with an obvious flair

of giving reason to the rhyme,

the rhythms’, the reasoning of life.

He thinks of things,

well thinks out things,

that man, that lad, that David King,

he gives off the air of innocence

as he writes (abstract)

of brutish bears and angel wings

in such a way that anything is possible.

He says his life began

when his good lady became his wife

and how good is that how good that man,

that man, that lad who  could who can

(still) inspire that fire within the heart of us

to write of things,

of brutish bears and angels wings

and that anything is possible.

He taught me so much by the wisdom,

innocence of his words and my sorrow

is that I did not let him know

or perhaps I did (I hope I did)

in comments in which I bestowed acknowledged 

the greatness beauty simplicity innocence

of his words in which he understood

the complexities of this world

in a way I never will or never could/can.

“CHILDART

Chalked daffodils on pavement stone
cut vapour trails where planes have flown.”

The genius in that, the beautiful simplicity,

the electricity it stirred in me,

Dave you will always be the teacher,

the lad, the man, who realised in me

the impossible is not impossible

for if you try you can.

Anna.

The above is a tribute to the great Dave King who sadly died this week.  He was and still is a great inspiration to me.  He had a wonderful innocence but still a great understanding of this world in which we exist and wrote of it in his wonderful unique way.  I will miss him greatly and wish I had taken the time to know him better.  Friendship is not a thing we should wait for others to initiate – but oft we do.  I first emailed Dave not that long ago – not long before he let us know of his illness.  I held my handout too late and that I regret.  I shall endeavor to do better from now on.  Miss you already Dave and keep writing wherever you might be.

Written in tribute with his fellow friends at dVerse.