Cooking ground beef and
Boiling pasta in water
Drain, sauce to pan add
pasta, meat and I think of
how time moves, slipping past us.
Happy National Poetry Month! This poem is written in Tanka form, learn more about this form.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Cooking ground beef and
Boiling pasta in water
Drain, sauce to pan add
pasta, meat and I think of
how time moves, slipping past us.
Happy National Poetry Month! This poem is written in Tanka form, learn more about this form.