My Name

My Name

A Poem by Caroline Blair
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My name was a name.
I heard it everyday,
Many, many times
And it doesn’t usually startle me,
But when he said it, it was more than 3 syllables
And that almost made me jump
When his raspy voice turned a bundle of letters into a garden of flowers,
When he broke down each vowel, 
Shook off the rust,
Made it sound brand new. 
Like he was the first person to ever say it.

© 2016 Caroline Blair


Author's Note

Caroline Blair
This is really short and I don't really know how I feel about it, but it holds meaning to me and a lot of other people so I figured I would post it. Let me know what you think! :)

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very interesting, I like the metaphors in this short but powerful poem.sari

Posted 8 Years Ago


interesting. I like it. Wasn't really sure where it was going, but then the emotion comes to light in the last few lines. good read

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 16, 2016
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Caroline Blair
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