Best Pebbly Poems

Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell
she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones

of her past laid out, splayed out, another story
playing out, can feel it in her bones,

his voice burrowing in, deep beneath skin,
a cold blade digging in,...

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The serpentine and ageless liquid
   mercurial possessed snake
eternally swallowed 
   since the beginning of time
   one unquenchable thirst to gorge and slake
slurping up an icy cold mountainous pebbly shake
   yet fresh as an irish spring 
 ...

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A little quiet hill
Sitting very still
With a modest pride
Slanted curve aside.

Every tree's tappered stems
Adorned starry diadems
Glistening dew of morn
The dawn of a day born.

Sweetly they slept
While then there wept
The fallen leaves
To which silence heaves.

The crystal air to skim
The rough edges within
And the leafy shelves
Refresh themselves.

Round...

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Tender tides sneak to smooch the smooth shore
that holds our footsteps left behind us,
and lends itself to sand castles
standing guard until high tide.
Plovers dart on fleet feet
across sodden sand.
Pebbly and pure,
soft, wet, cool..
beigy,
tan.



Susan Ashley
July 18, 2017


(June 29, 2017)...

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My hurt heart is soothed beneath
dewy, emerald 
canopies

where pebbly pathways wind
around a shaded fountain 
of peace.

A lotus pond meditates here.
A busy birdbath frolics 
there.

Ah, what soft, serene solace,
light as a feather my 
soul is!...

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Una or Death, Life : 42, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie : 42 by T. Wignesan

To love words is to love life itself
As early as when he could speak, he understood this
Each vowel took on the form of a fruit
And...

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The sun was shining brightly
Shall we go to the lake said Mam
I was washed and dressed
Placed in my buggy , all spick and span

Mam dressed my sister
Then herself she had cleansed
Ready for the off now
She looked at me and screamed

Just look at the state of...

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Dedicated to My Father with Endless Love

My child’s serious eyes targeted me as his prize.
I could see pondering and wondering forming words
for my small child’s mumbling.

“Mommy, Daddy says you’re short”, he spoke.
“People come in all sizes.”
“Will I come in short?” he questioned.
“Would you care?”
“Don’t think...

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A mindful mate of mine proceeds on the pebbly path 
as an angel with a mission flies in the skies. 
The childish fullness of his cheeks 
manifests his mettle 
and he is a carefree big cat 
seeking the sweet joy of living his life. 
As...

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TRIP TO DREAMLAND

       A vacation trip to calm salient suburb overwhelmed me in childhood. We stayed in in Grand Mom’s house covering large rea with huge garden to face hills, to embrace forest and to look at dancing stream...

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I was out one day walking, along the glad sounding shore,
Gathering pretty seashells, and watching the seagulls soar.

To the left were lofty mountains, touching the azure skies,
To the right, sparkling ocean, and ahead the butterflies!

In early afternoon sunshine, I enjoyed the warmth's caress,
And breathed deeply...

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My outline, a fragile skeleton, 
Fluorescent marking, 
Is getting even smaller,
Spoiled and dulled
From all the walking.

The language is pebbly,
Woody and damp,
Not able to express
This existence, 
Where rock could have been 
Timber and
Fluid altering to lumber.

And so I fight, to react 
To this world,
In tempestuous meaning...

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Summertime in Malibu




	Laying on the bed completely naked, 
Watching the moon and drinking my Martini,
	How I wish to have you at this moment, my summertime.
Without change anything except our bodies,
	Our lips, our way of standing by one soul,
Hoping for a unseen love so beautiful, so...

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***Summer's not quiet here yet, but I live in Florida...***




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Cottage by whistling river beautiful, cozy and warm 
Wreathed by Mother Earth in her seasons’ natural charm 

Drenched in rain or covered in blanket of snow
Disappeared in fog or shimmering in morning glow

Bursting with bubbly stream’s harmonious melodies
Worshiped in mysticism of surrounding shrubs and trees...

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