Scattered with seaweed,
empty of the summer crowd,
waves break on the shore.
I listen to a conch shell—
gulls ask too many questions.
I was in the mood for another tanka. The topical prompt came from Robert Lee Brewer: write a “broke” poem.
2 thoughts on “Another Tanka (NaPoWriMo Day 12)”
Gulls do sound inquisitive, don’t they? Nice one.