What’s in a Name?


Of character,

There is a sustained acceptance,

A defiance and a patience,

That understands the umbilical chord

Between the beginning and the end.

Time sculptures each face

with chisel and spike,

Mixes it’s charismatic dye

In the eyes of man;

Spits blood

Forms teardrops of mud,

Then hands it to us as manna,

And labels it “love”.

Who am I?

Who are you?

Where are we, really?

And if this be all our experience

Has sustained,

Let us have our moment,

And make ourselves

Something special,

Something worthy of our name.


Photograph is of Abraham/aka “Arthur Goldwater”. Father of my friend Lisa Goldwater – she is a testament to her parents, a woman with a heart of gold, which is fitting of course 😊.




Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM