Short Unstitched Poems

My Poem still an open wound,
  unstitched by edits snare

Running free on a salted page,
—new blood for all to share

(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)...

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My Poem still an open wound,
  unstitched by edits snare

Running free on a endless page
  —new blood for all to share

(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)...

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Poor in stock but rich in spirit,
  my clock does bow and sway

In rags and tatters all unstitched,
  with joy do I still pray

My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
   just embers to remind

That within this trouble and burning ash,
   on the hour
    —my heart still chimes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)...

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Poor in stock yet rich in spirit,
  my clock does bow and sway

In rags and tatters all unstitched,
  with joy do I still pray

My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
   just embers to remind

Within this trouble and burning ash,
   on the hour
     —my heart still chimes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015) 
     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’...

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I am a pick pocket


Unstitched pocket empty house
Plan to go for a date
Rain is high crash umbrella
Stale food is not in My life
I suvre with love to her
I have two pockets one is empty
Another I found my self that demands of her High like rocket booster a smile I hide My tooth in My pocket and called pick pocket.



With love all
Jagdish bajantri...

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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 sane.


Satish Verma...

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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 ….


          For All To Share

My Poem still an open wound,
  unstitched by edits snare

Running free on a salted page,
—new blood for all to share

(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)...

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