Poetry

Look at the birds of the air

I bought pool noodles and went to a creek with my friends. Baby rapids flew us past rocks on our orange and green life lines. Children....

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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There is a park That I lay in. I check my shoes For spiders. I feel blades Of grass and weeds poke Through my blanket. Last spring, every...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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Like cardinals, yes, fiery Butterflies, the leaves Now finally changing with The awakening air, all Fluttering from above, falling In...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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My friends don’t know how much I love horses, how I went to a rodeo, laughed the whole time about being there, but left and thought, if I...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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If every book Filled with words Became blank, If the trees Sacrificed Themselves to serve The stories, If every hand Chose a pen And...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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Whisper, whisper, softer now. Hush. The cave drafts quiet moans. It drips, drops pellets of dew. Tapping, tapping. The echoes slapping...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20192 min read

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There are two paths, As there usually are— Maybe three, five. When weighed on a scale They come back even, Teetering up and down, Back...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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For the end I will be gone. I will be a sea away, I must move to remember the world, but the return— It comes after you depart. Before me...

Melanie Hughes

Mar 1, 20191 min read

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