Sargassum And Red Hair Raft


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It came to be that
The four grew weary
Of living in corners,
The child skating circles
Around the ceiling light .
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While one lived insane,
And more insane,
And one died mad,
Over and over, rebirthed
To die again and again.
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One, all alone, kept watch,
Sleepless as the child’s
Guardian, safe passage
Only while unblinking.
They flew as a  red Phoenix.
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A journey of red hair felted,
Woven in the heart of madness,
A magic red hair carpet, they
Flew and swam blending,
Hidden in the Sargasso Sea.
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As an exotic island laughing
Eyes, swirling kaleidoscope
Lives, entangled as hopeless
As death, reborn to die mad
Anew, in a dawn of saline.
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Dew broken not by marching
Feet, awareness of  deep sleep
Refusing, dream prophesies
Cross spread, gyre fortunes,
A Sargassum and Red Hair raft.
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Bear . . . 06.30.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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21 comments on “Sargassum And Red Hair Raft

  1. […] Red Hair Soup → 2.  A Sargassum And Red Hair Raft → 3.  And One Lived […]

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  2. Lisa says:

    It’s like I almost understand but not quite.

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    • Sargasso Sea – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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      • Lisa says:

        This is a piece of a puzzle that I have yet to put together in my navigation. Eels, currents, now the sargasso sea. Red heads too seem to be a theme. My mind seems to be on a delay since the coma but it seems to be coming back to life. I hope my processor isn’t permanently damaged. Jonathan doesn’t think it is…

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        • Eels, I dunno?

          Red hair, we all had a different color of red hair.

          The Sargasso Sea is the North Atlantic gyre. It circles endlessly trapping whatever drifts into it. . Sargasso is a reddish sea weed that lives there forming matts or rafts thick enough for birds to land on. When there are storms sometimes it blows into the Caribbean , but more often onto the Bahamas’ beaches. The Bermuda Triangle is over part of it.

          Felting is a treatment for wool that causes the fibers to become interlocked. Hair is wool. Dread locks are a hair style that is felted. Good felt hats are waterproof. Tibetian traditional boots are felted wool, even the gur or traditional houses are felt.. Many mountain peoples, with wool bearing animals, felt their wool.

          As we were trapped with one another we lived on the raft or magic carpet of our madness … our red hair woven and tangled and felted permanently together. We were as happy as I could contrive for us to be. Perhaps Mother and Arlene would not have stayed if I had not created small glimpses of joy which trapped us all in a hopeless gyre in the middle of incompatible madness.

          XXX

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          • Lisa says:

            Wow! That’s incredible. Would you do it again or do you find it a mistake? What is the solution in your opinion? If you wish to answer.

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          • Yes, I would still try to provide glimpses of joy and happiness. That was my gift. It is what I do. That gift, that blessing is what made it possible to be successful in the field of child abuse and neglect prevention and finding employment for blind multiply handicapped, I was blessed with the gift of making hard tedious things fun or interesting or at the least noble.

            I could not have saved Nancy if she had not known that I was strong enough to do so. And that I could do it in such a way that she could have fun, like youngsters are supposed to do. She also knew that I would force her to learn basic life skills, and that I would be on her side no matter what. You have to give her credit for a very good brave decision and courage in running away to me at the first (and only) opportunity!!

            Mistake? Is it a mistake to allow the few bits of happiness and glimpses of joy to be in the life of those you love? I loved my Mother. I loved Arlene. I love Nancy. I loved my sorry husband. It took me twenty years to come to my senses and get divorced.

            But I did.

            XXXXX

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          • Lisa says:

            That was big sister talk right there. I just sometimes feel like it’s pointless. I didn’t mean so much about your little sister or your husband. I meant about your mother. But you are right. Thank you for shaking me up and caring enough to counsel me.

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          • But I loved my Mother too.

            When it to be that I had to choose. I chose the child.

            When the final choosing came I had a babe in arms and a toddler …. and a teenager …. I always try to choose what is best for the children and their children and their children.

            There did come many to be times when I had to choose. Many. Over and over and over. I had to provide myself with parameters to even think when things were too wild. The children. 🙂 Who thinks of the children? Me. I have to survive. I have to care for these children, no one else will do it and make it life fun for them. Me. Children. That is all . Makes difficult things easier.

            XXX

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          • Lisa says:

            That’s what we do too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. XXX

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          • Lisa says:

            Eels – maybe some sort of slipperiness?

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          • Where did you get the reference to eels? Not any red haired eels. 🙂

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          • Lisa says:

            I don’t know. That’s what she reminds me of, a slippery eel. I think.

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          • More like Golem in The Lord Of the rings Trilogy.

            Golem was an archetype.

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          • Lisa says:

            Well, yes, but I was trying to be nice. That’s what I get for trying to sugar coat something with you. LOL

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          • Golem eats eels. Raw. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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          • Lisa says:

            I know! Hahaha! And your right I have my three huge smiles. 🙂 ♡

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  4. 1EarthUnited says:

    round n’ round we go, where it stops… we already know

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