25 Minutes of Poetry



A white moon shines in a red-rimmed well of light.

A soft seashell of clouds cups the sky.
Shell and pearl, so darkness draws back.




Swept-up seashell?
Something sings!
...sea song.



NB. In the first poem, I don't like the last line, but I can't think of anything else yet. In the second, "swept-up" was intended to describe the shape, It's second meaning is the more obvious one.

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