Best Eaves Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run.  And still I run.

My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids...

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SUMMER’S END *

Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in...

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Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on...

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If you could paint a picture of silence
What color would it be?

Would you use a brush to paint the fog
in shades of gray, a touch...

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- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen...

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And We Call It……

Sprinkles, drizzles,
Mists and downpours;
Torrents, cloudbursts
Liquid sunshine;
Showers, deluge,
Mists and squalls,
Gully washers -
Thunder showers.

Pelting, pounding,
Soaking, drenching;
Dancing, pouring
Cats and dogs;
Bursting, drifting
Floating, falling,
Coming down
In buckets.

Comes in...

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Fear not the fierce wind, o gentle heart
Though it may rattle the eaves
And give no ear to its whispers with nothing to impart
But shallow promises...

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Another haunted night, I watch 
raindrops fall from consolatory words,
track each plane flying south, and 
I think of you.
My lungs empty a lonely sigh…
I bullet...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its...

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Sorrow is

the night’s rainstorm

lashing an impoverished psyche

wandering lost with loss 

‘neath weeping eaves in murky-minded alleyways

without an umbrella. 


Susan Ashley 
July 29, 2019


~ First Place...

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 “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn comes with light rain and fallen leaves,
Shorter days, chills but...

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I know the land where the lemon trees flower.
Where bees are buzzing hour after hour.
And on the air a sweet scent floats
With promise of fruits...

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Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts, 
                ...

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When a household is fatherless
desperation drips from weathered eaves
the children tend to grow wild as weeds 
slipping from rambunctious into mischievous..
People dismiss it as a...

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