a sea full of dreams and adventures as each wave crest....good job
mary etta

Your verses always elicit deeper thinking, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

touches my heart deeply, this one! love being on the open sea with all
that familiar oblivion of infinity... stunningly beautiful, jude.
be well, sailor,
carolyn

I'm ready to hop on board right now! Jude,you are a wonder,when it comes to poetry!

"It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive" - so said the man who wrote both Treasure Island and Dr Jeykll and Mr Hyde - so maybe he knew what he was talking about! :)) You takin up your Mat(rex) and walkin... or rather, sailing... to Ireland, Kartero?! I'm sure you'll not be forgotten there! And Ma-trex or Star Treks? Is this the on-going journey back to Mother Ship, I wonder?! Ooooooo you know how all these cute little mind-and-word-matrexes get me going... And this is good'un! Harbour horns and peaking crests are totally irresistible... Good job I'm tethered! Klinker Kate xx

It's not the faraway places, it's the VOYAGE to the fqaraway places. Youve captured it well, Jude...

Chip Bergeron

destination of the Dreamer who is wise to his everchanging horizon. I enjoy the line

"where travelers arrive to be forgotten" ... kinda says something about the fast world nowadays and the people not taking time to express a nicety or inquire of well-being of the traveler who is but a fleeting stranger and the deck of the vessel gets more eye contact than the stranger because feet trample more distance between us every day. I feel such a hint of reality here at lights over Matrex. Another day, another horizon, Jude.

s

I enjoyed the familiar ideas expressed in this poem with soft beautiful verses, until another feeling left me wondering... the mystery of those travelers that "arrive to be forgotten". Could be the beginning of another poem...

Axilea

yes, safe harbor and peace

Safe harbor is what the poet seeks, a long journey toward his destiny. Arriving as a time traveler anonymous and content. What more can a dreamer need? Enticement is a very strong word, if the feelings are there, go with them, entice away! Sail away toward fun and excitement, one only lives once and perhaps another chance if they are lucky.

Much peace, light and love,
Amber

Your verse is like a vortex; pulling me in and swirling me through time and space. What lovely images you paint, Jude. I could hear the clanging of the ropes against the masts of a harbor filled with sailboats, waiting to be released onto the open sea, captained by sailors in search of their destiny. Stunning beauty.
Take care,
Sherry

Wonderfully written, jude ... sail away and enjoy :)

Lovely ethereal quality, Jude,
mist and warmth drawing poet and reader alike;
last line i've often felt, that moment of anonymity
so rewarding.

John

Has such a deep; classical feel from days of yore
Gosh, I'll let thingymagic write a thesis. Harbours float her boat.

Quality work ole chum.

jude, is it the allure of the unknown or the desire to return the security of the home shores? I have difficulty determining which it is that makes us long so. Your poem is evocative and I will ponder and seek what the truth of which it is for me. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

Why do I think of the French Foreign Legion?

i think we all feel this wanderlust deep within, the desire to embark on a mystical journey propelled by a certain homesickness really, a need to arrive back from whence we came...each line here is so extremely evocative of the murky thoughts which swirl in my head; but thanks to you, have crystallized into sharply defined images....great piece.

"where travelers arrive to be forgotten"

The ever searching poet arrives at habor...known yet unknown in a land of memories...Well done Jude

Allen

Love it Jude. "misty swirls of harbor horns" grabbed me and didn't let go, and it was all worth it especially "where travelers arrive to be forgotten."

Bon voyage, Jude. I love this and I'd love to join you. It's been a long time since I sailed along distant shores. Now I sail away only in my dreams. -gene.

You know I sailed on many ships when I was younger and the sight of lights on shore at night were always breathtaking but also left one feeling so lonely and cut off from the world, all that is except the lights of home port...
fee

Magical! Wow, I can't say enough about how deeply this one reaches me as a reader.
Christine

I like this one, would like to join you on your sail away to infinity & beyond as I always forget myself anyway, so why not let others do to me the same...e