Name

What is a name?

I find starting my poems with a question often helps in people’s ability to focus.

But this questions purpose is not a literary equation that equals your attention.

What is in a name?

A name something untamed, from the firery fingers that might point to blame, put to shame or lift up to fame.

A name is something that can be quiet and humble or something that can be puffed up and proud.

A name can be a silent scare in a innocent mans back, or

The identification card that lets you into every door, and lets people even more adore you.

A name can be signified by a mountain in people’s minds, or an ant in between your fingers that you grind without a second option in mind

But don't take this as a sign, because for some names you need to stand in line, and others are given freely

For some names you find a poet without lines, and other can be written for years,

Each poet penning his purpose on platinum paper, that could never be tampered by the delete button on a keyboard,

What is a name?

A name is something that identifies you, a name for a corporation is someone that they wish to send to or to bill to, or to give their money fill to

A name for others, can be that which brings tears, of joy or of pain.

Of a father who left without leaving a note, the name of someone great that we love to quote

The name of a river that always flows, the name of a dam that will never let anything go.

What is a name?

My name is David Clark Swenson

David because my mother said she never knew a mean David, and she counts on that when she becomes old.

Clark, so I always remember the artistic foundation that I was built on . because my grandpa who carried that name was an artist

Taken from Sven son, Sven being my forefather, Swenson the name of my father, the name of my brother, the name of my mother.

Im proud of the name that was given to me, and I hope to live up to the legacy that was left before me.

I cant wait to see at the end of day when my sunset has set and my clouds are grey, the name shall be known by those who know me. Maybe by some who don't.

What is your name?

Can you stand up and be un-quieted and proclaim, in front of a crown with chin up and eyes proud.

Or when you speak the words you call your name, to say it like the little boy who just broke his mothers favorite china.

Eyes down, in a low whisper.

When you say your name, what emotions does it create in those around you, does it create a sense of love, a sense of fear, someone considered loud or sincere? in those that you believe to be held dear.

Now, go out and tell the world the name that you've been given and live up to the legacy of life and living.

If you don't have one to live up to, then create one for your kids.

A name is never lame, a name is always original, even if it's the same of everyone else on the plain, your not the same,

Even if your name is Aldo or Amber, Bailey or Barry, Caden or Cailyn, Dakota or Daisy, Edmond or Ellen, Federico or Felicia, Gena or Garrett, Haden or Hadley, Iris or Isaac, Jack or Jacquelyn, Kadence or Kevin, Lacey or Lamont, Magnus or Makala, Nathan or Nayely, Oakley or Olive, Pablo or Paris,  Quincy or Qianna, Raheem or Rachael, Sadie or Samuel, Talon or Tami, Ulysses or Uma, Victor or Vivian, Wendy or Wilbur, Xzavior or Xandra, Yale or Yasmina, Zaylee or Zachary. Or any other name you have or can think of between A and Z.

Its yours, Take it, claim it, hold it, save it and show it,

Everything has a name,  that's what makes us human. We have names and we name things. And more critically that those things are important, those uttered letters that create personality.

A name can be found like a diamond hidden on the ground, like a symphony making its beautiful sound. What is your name? can you find it? Can you show it up high and not rewind it.

My name is David Clark Swenson, and I say it with a smile.

Because I don't have to cringe back or revile the name that I have been given.

And I hope for the day when my kids look up and say “how did you get your name?”

The same way that you got yours, with a loving heart and tender hand, of those men and women who are now a part of the sand.

What is your name?