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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sargasso Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand on the deck of my ship <br>stranded in uncharted seas <br>wondering where the west wind <br>will be carrying me. <br>Will it be to some treasure island, <br>but from the dark clouds forming <br>will it be to some distant doom, <br>or will be to the Sargasso Sea. <br>The sea of weed unmapped <br>where many good ships and men <br>from have failed to homeward sail. <br>The wind is bellowing my sails <br>as my wooden ship begins to creak. <br>Oh how I long for sight of land <br>and a way back home. <br>Each wave smacks again the hull <br>with a dragon’s roar. <br>My ship reels roughly in the waters <br>as lightning crackles above my head. <br>The sky is now as black as pitch <br>and the wind whips spray into my face. <br>The dark clouds of torment drive my ship and me. <br>Will be to a watery grave or still waters calm. <br>Only the ticking hours of time will reveal when it is right. <br>Now I must ride with the storm <br>and wherever it is taking me. <br>I can only pray to my lord for help <br>to deliver me from that dreaded Sargasso Sea. <br>I fear no foreign lands only a sea unknown to me. <br>The storm of torment bellows, <br>restlessly through day and night, <br>but I am not a sailor to give up without a fight. <br>I curse the wind to leave my ship and me alone. <br>It ignores my curses and carries me further on. <br>Even the moon and stars are afraid to show their light, <br>but I stand firm upon my deck <br>to see the sunlight in the morn. <br>I curse some more <br>as the west wind hammers at an open cabin door. <br>Slowly the lightening fades <br>and the dark clouds dissipate overhead. <br>The west wind runs out of breath <br>as the sun glitters on the waters <br>that wander over watery graves. <br>The sea becomes placid <br>no more raging foam, <br>a gentle breeze arises <br>so I can chart my way home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 27 July 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Author’s Note. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sargasso Sea is one of the great myths and legends of the sea. Ancient mariners used to talk about it entangling around ships so that they could not move and remained stranded there. Countless stories and poems have been written about it, each embellishing it more. I, myself written two poems about it, the first being Sea Of Dead Ships.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truth is that Sargasso is Gulf Weed, is a brown seaweed that forms thick floating masses in the tropical Atlantic waters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DVH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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stranded in uncharted seas 
wondering where the west wind 
will be carrying me. 
Will it be to some treasure island, 
but from the dark clouds forming 
will it be to some distant doom, 
or will be to the Sargasso Se..."></div>
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