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  Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
Luke
I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.
  Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
lyka
I sold my soul to poetry
And never looked back
But now every relationship
Is a writing prompt
Every trauma, a metaphor
  Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
  Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
rk
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss them
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
Happy new year to those of you on this site
who have read and encouraged me this year
and more importantly thank you for writing words that I have loved
and will remember
and on we go!
Here’s to 2024!
See you on the other side!
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
and then
we laughed out loud
albeit a bit too loud
we just
didn’t know what else to do
Frances Raeburn Dec 2023
These are little pieces
in the real world
fragments that
have become undone
if you reach to touch them
they will disappear
like smoke upon touch
the little pieces
that today
seem so much
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