pad of butter on
toasted bread cup of green tea
thoughts twist and turn in
dawn light a sip a bite of
memories waking screaming
Written in Tanka form. What do you think? Leave a comment.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
pad of butter on
toasted bread cup of green tea
thoughts twist and turn in
dawn light a sip a bite of
memories waking screaming
Written in Tanka form. What do you think? Leave a comment.