A song of praise, of poetry of King, David on the Lute
Praise to the poet who charges words with meaning,
who dallies with the sacred—touching life’s
moments that unfold the mysteries of earth.
Praise to the poet, co-creator,
cleaving the mundane, the ordinary,
reaping beauty from the microcosm, from the universe.
Praise to the poet birthing feelings,
pain and joy, bliss and fear and all the rest,
speaking on behalf of those now silenced.
Praise to the one who fashions poets,
fills them with a breath divine and just.
When they leave, the world’s a better place.
Written for fellow poet, David King, who passed from this life on October 4, 2013 in Surrey, England. I thank him for his many gifts to our poetry communities. If you are not familiar with his work, which runs the gamut between mirth and loss, check out his blog at http://picsandpoems.blogspot.com/
Visit us at dVerse Poet;s Pub for more poems honoring David and friendship. The doors open at 3 PM EDT.
Dave King, RIP