Best Unstitched Poems

An oval shape—a ghostly pane,
A frame of whispers, soft refrain.
It hung in quiet, out of view,
Where silence slept and shadows grew.

I glimpsed “the oval window, a portal to another dimension,”
A whispered truth beyond convention.

Glass like jelly, thin and wide,
With golden veins that pulsed with pride.
It...

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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers ...

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The melody of the silent wind spoke
to the lonely road towards the twilight hour.
Cute footsteps of the moonbeam 
thrilled the seashore besides the divine power.


Sweet giggle of the heartbeat of the waves
embroidered the fashion coat of all unstitched dreams
some are designers, some are ethnics 
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Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time 
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage 
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories...

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One first flight, Columbia’s name.
Seven souls aboard, bound for fame.

Six days, then ten, experiments thrive,
Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive.

Sixteen days, the Earth they skim,
Reentry calls—light fades dim.

Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound,
A breach unseen, the heat unwound.

1.67 pounds, a foam unseen,
Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream.

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creatures of the shadows of the dawn and the dusk 
older than iron and clay ..blood and rust 

the secrets of darkness surviving on the thoughts of others

unstitched by imagination when eyelids are uncovered 

legends told through history and the ages of time 

the lore...

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Travelling upon the dusty roads of finite unwinding existence,
Grit seconds embed in the treads of ragged unstitched shoes,
The day turns to night with resigned, mute inevitability
And night turns to day in return with no other way to choose.
The present is either always here or never...

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Your name comes to my lips
when I kiss and reach bliss
yet you have naught to do with it

This unconscious rememberance is recognition of how
I hold on tight while letting go
like a snake
hanging head dangling down from the bough
bearing it all
bending from the weight of the...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded transgressions
a feel that's too familiar 
nestled in the treads of...

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This is for those who hide their heads and their hearts in
the hoods of their hoodies, hiding from the peripheral world
and sinking into their carpal tunnel world, who let the lyrics
from their ipod vibrate their eardrums and drown out the days
ambient sounds,

To those who are...

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The Question I Posed ….

If your Poem is still 
  an open wound

And you stitch it tight
  with editing

How…
  will it ever bleed free?

(James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016) 


The Actual Poem ….


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Unstitched, you visit 
my navel, without 
warning. There were

bloody stains. I made
no surrender. The bullet
went very deep.

Sovereignty was at stake.
I sit like Buddha
under a raging moon –

invoking the spirits. An
irreverence bites me, scares
me to the bones.

Glitch. I lost the vision.
The nude version was
very pure, very...

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Wherever you go, wherever you hide
Like an unstitched thread, they tangle behind,
Leaving a foul smell of hopes dried
Making you feel shy sometimes, 
Letting you judged by unknown eyes,
Desires, they don't die

Cut off the strings with sharp morality,
Or burn it with the chants or prayers,
They are...

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Let’s not go,
let’s not reach anywhere.
The toenails have started digging in the earth, 
to make peace with the distress response
of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender.

And the surrogate mother will abandon
the child for the father who had
run away in pursuit of pleasure, like others
sowing his...

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When you fall at your lowest depth you must begin to find the path
Find Your way out of the crumbled ruins of life
Digging deep within ones self is a hard climb
Tragedy, doubt, refraining to reconcile the immortality
A crawling tied bound to the destiny you form
You've...

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