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Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
my heart
is buried deep
in yesterday
Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
and then
everything stopped
I don’t remember the day
or the hour
or the month
or the year
but I remember
the silence
it was weird
tell me you remember
that too.
Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
Well done!
You won
You got me
Bullseye!
arrow
straight through
my heart.
Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
I see you
and you look like home
I turn away
but home is always where
the heart is.
Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
I am a book
without words
I am a song
without tune
I am a poem
without rhyme
I am a movie
without sound
I am a play
without plot
I am a painting
without colour
I am a sculpture
without stone
I am a woman
without name.
I have no regard
for other poets
how could it be other

As they conscript
the words away
of which I’ve not discovered

A battle royal
zero sum
as phrases block and parry

The winner left
his voice reclaimed
— the loser most disparaged

(The New Room: February, 2024)
Frances Raeburn Feb 2024
reveal your thoughts
yes, all of them
let them tumble upon the floor
naked and raw
the little bits of you
no one has ever
ever ever
seen before
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