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