What will we be?
Will the stream live or /
Be a memory dump of things /
When we are gone?
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Time
Now is elastic, /
Memory stretches then, /
Next shrinks away.
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Filed under haiku, humor and haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
The sign almost glowed,/
the word and the memories /
welded moments.
The dead like the stars /
twinkle in memory’s gaze /
shine into the past.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Lightning, thunder, rain — /
wind scatters all that remains: /
memory, leaves, love
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Lightning … thunder … rain /
Wind scatters all that remains /
Memory … leaves … love
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
When I hear from you no more,
the rains will speak your name
and each drop will be a memory of you.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poem, poetry by author
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