Spaceman's Pancakes

Steering towards the Weird since 2010

Poem of the Day #9- 6/27/17

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A waxing crescent-
The Moon- pale orange glistens
above the dark water

where our crab traps sink
beneath the surface, down, down
under the surface

just to be hauled
back up again, dredging up
passengers from another world

A place removed;
that knows little of the light
of that slim crescent

But is still pulled and pushed
by that distant orb, its phases
the rhythm of that life

Author: E.H. Decker

E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.

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