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I am memory
bittersweet my salvation
nothing matters more
you will choose for me
a moment of wonderous
o’er a lifetime less
silken dew on green
petals opened and waiting
the essence of life
pitch black the midnight
stars fade in comparison
uncertain return
the dying despair
curse my fragile existence
regret for my touch
were reason to be
to return without knowing
where I shall linger
what seasons to pass
but a glimmer of flame burned
for love remembered
immortality
I am the taste of summer
drying on parched lips
tornadoday 
And what is memory but the essence of life past
A permanent reminder life’s experiences last
And what without them would life’s purpose be
If we could not review our existences history.
Loved it, Bobbie, and you.
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul……. Indeed, we are the sum of moments that took our breath away. ~ Love, B
Very beautiful poem which pampers my heart with it’s fluidity!! Your poems just sweep my own thoughts away as i embrace their beauty! I always love sharing them! Thanks Bobbie!
Thanks, Wendell. I am always surprised by haiku. Although I tend to not care at all for form, haiku has the ability to speak volumes without a lot of words (keeping us silent where we need silence). You’re an angel. Thanks again. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Oh I love this. I enjoy your work as haiku very much. This is really great! Love, Linda xoxoxox
Thank you, Linda……… Years ago, when I first started writing haiku, I found it odd that after a while, you were counting syllables in your head (even when you weren’t writing). Haiku helps us to focus on the best, to slow down and to let go. You honor me, my friend, and I am grateful! ~ Love you, B xoxo
Counting isn’t about breaths we take in moments but about moments taking our breath…
& I love the way you knit your thoughts..
Hugs
Thank you, Mira. Funny you say that. Just yesterday, I bought an old weathered sign for a niece who’s heading back to college in another week or two. It was painted red with white script “Our lives should be measured not by breaths, but by moments that took our breath away.” I don’t know about you, but I suspect you’re like me and TOTALLY AGREE! I would gladly trade a ten thousand years of nothing special for a thimble of ‘extraordinary’…….. 🙂 Thank you so much! ~ Love you, Mira. ~ Bobbie