He jumped a
passing songtrain,
with no
reassurance
the plan's still on track...
The net is fragile --
there's the rub.
the plan's still on track...
The net is fragile --
there's the rub.
They were
the first to catch
the note of grief
and the first to say
the note of grief
and the first to say
'tis time to go at last!
The wind is slowly rising
and will take you.
and will take you.
I miss 'em like hell.
These 55 words are for G-man at FF55, but they are also for fellow poet Dave
King. Over at dVerse Brian told us of
Dave’s death, and of the friendship that had developed between the two of them
even though they had never met. And then
he went on to talk about friendship in general and suggested we write about
either Dave specifically, or friendship, particularly the friendships that have
grown through writing and blogging. I
chose to write my 55 words about Dave King.
In fact these words belong to Dave King.
In some previous prompt somewhere (yes, I’m too lazy to look it up for
you – please just take my word for it) there was a challenge to combine lines
and parts of lines from other poets’ works to create something new and
original. And, as Dave was a better,
more thoughtful poet than I, that’s what I did here. This poem is pieced together with bits of the
following poems written by Dave King:
“A Silly
Little Nonsense Poem”, "I Miss Me Hot Flushes!", “Where To?”, “The Great Exchange”, "The Trees Are Pulling Up Their Roots" and “Fishing” (not in that order).
I’m pretty
sure there is a name for this other than plagiarism, but I can’t remember that
either. And I may have changed a pronoun
or a tense here or there. And as for
Dave King, even though I’d never met him in person, “I miss ‘em like hell.”
