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bedtime story

Tired — but not defeated although that was close I thought about leaving just The word “Tired —“ On an otherwise blank page and wh at kin dofp oemwo uldthatbe

Posted byWarrenBluhmMay 22, 2022May 20, 2022Posted inpoemLeave a comment on bedtime story

Wind chimes remind

It’s a windy day and the wind chimes are reminding me of the tuneless melody that has accompanied these scribbles for nigh on five years. Music is everywhere  if you know how to listen — if you remember to listen — there are rhythms in everything that is — the tick of the clocks —Continue reading “Wind chimes remind”

Posted byWarrenBluhmApril 16, 2022April 14, 2022Posted inListening, poemLeave a comment on Wind chimes remind

dream wisdom

I remember in my dream thinking,yes, that’s a good thought,I need to share that — Now I can’t rememberwhat the thought was. We can be so wise in our dreams,if only we could hold onto the wisdom.

Posted byWarrenBluhmOctober 28, 2021October 26, 2021Posted inCreativity, poemLeave a comment on dream wisdom

the duel

There are two of us here, we,The lump of flesh and thewhatjacallitsoul, consciousness, sentience and we battle it out daily.Something tells me the lump always winsbut lets the thinker rationalizewhatever it decides. Which is our better nature?The thinker thinks it’s himbut then he’s the onedoing the thinking. Maybe the fallacy isthat we are two ofContinue reading “the duel”

Posted byWarrenBluhmOctober 20, 2021Posted inpoemLeave a comment on the duel

These dreams and whispers

I’m telling ya, man, come on,There’s nothing to it and even if there was,what could we do about it?Let it go, man,Let it go,Let it go. (Someone whispered in the night,“No. Fly. Be free.”) Really?Really?Don’t do this. (But they were already miles away.)

Posted byWarrenBluhmOctober 17, 2021October 16, 2021Posted inpoemLeave a comment on These dreams and whispers

winter

I am a gentle snowfalla breeze making me danceand a cool (not cold) nightby the water. Do the deer rustle in their sleepor is that a night prowlerforaging for odds and endsin the shadows? Too quiet for melancholyI cover last week’s snowwith a fresh coat of chilly paintwithout a sound. Not a stirring within orContinue reading “winter”

Posted byWarrenBluhmSeptember 7, 2021September 4, 2021Posted inpoemLeave a comment on winter

A poem is

A poem is what the poet says it is.A poem is what the reader says it is.If I say this is a poem,you have every right to say,“No, it’s not.”And webothare correct.

Posted byWarrenBluhmSeptember 2, 2021August 29, 2021Posted inCreativity, poemLeave a comment on A poem is

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