I wish I were on that train but if not I would be happy being here reading your poems as they make me feel 'reborn.'

how many time do we pace lackamore?
wonderful write, jude.
carolyn

Excellent metaphors via these images, Robert. It is a path of unknown destination that you step undaunted by shadows cast but certain to arise bathed in light on the other side.

wow do I love this. I don't think I've commented on anybody's poems for about a year, but this is just stellar. read it twice slowly. bridge and train methaphors together in one honest exploration -- love it!! hope you are well. blessings, Dawn

Riveting!

Jude, this rendering suggest more to me a renaissance of the human spirit that we perhaps need decades of experience to comprehend and appreciate rather than the twilight of dying. From my admittedly unique perspective the twilight of dying is the moment of conception. I am enlightened with your work and the emotions you share with heart bared. I bid you love and pace my dear friend. Jon Michael

this is the kind of poem that places you in a class of your own!Splendid. I also love the image Kate painted of you , in her comment!perfection!;-)

Lackadaisical, (lacking spirit)
lackluster, (lacking brilliance or vitality)
lackaday (archaic) (sorrow, regret, discontent)
in my mind, Jude, these have similarities with lackamore.
A palpable write (for me) rife with efficacious imagery.
Stand strong!
richard

I was truly caught up in the rhythm and feel this piece very deeply. Awesome as always. peace and blessings friend. Mikii

I read this as it's hard to know if your going through the motions or on the right path to some kind of meaning or inner peace. Or constantly being de-railed only to begin again and again. Actually wrote something similiar to that.~ Morgan

That you have the ability to question it, Jude,
means there is coherence and hope. i'm always
skeptical of the word 'duty' (it covers a multitide
of sins) but perhaps it is our duty ultimately
to challenge everything that's lived and experienced.

John

Hey Jude,
I have read this a few times, really breathing in it's magical voice. I feel as though we may have been on that same lackamore' bridge.
Sometimes we must reach the pivotal lowest point in our lives before we can get back up and really "see" what we should be doing. Rebirth is all about emerging from the darkness that kept us at bay and into an unknown light that is both ominous and beautiful at the same time.
One should never live without love in their life, it isn't human to be this alone. This bridge does go somewhere, that is the place where your heart is. Don't jump, but leap into that unknown light, and become the man you know you are.
Just remember to breath in that moon's energy, it will revive and rejuvenate your soul.
Just like those astronauts on the Apollo, they had no idea what was really in store, but faith and courage brought them to new horizons.

Much peace, moonlight, and love,
Amber

So compelling and insightfully rich in philosophical food for thought!
Blessings,
Christine

The question is: Does a place that lacks amore signal death of a society and, a bridge beyond the cacophony to a new beginning? A great metaphor in your usual dynamic writing style.

Ron

Lackamore is an unsettling and indistinct place, Jude, that is cacophonous with disorientation and a seeming howling dis-ease. Visually makes me think of the Craigavon Bridge across the Foyle in Derry, which is of two-tier, steel construction and where the lower deck was formerly a train track; can see you there, stumbling alongside the cinders, lost in that alientating mist yet with your Gandalf traveller's cloak thrown tight about your shoulders, staff in hand! :)) I very much like how you shift the mood with the jarring turning to softer, symphonic sounds as the strength of your muse/inner man takes over; you DO, in fact, appear to return to the safe steerage and anchorage of your "greater" self as you contemplate a shift between consciousness, trusting yourself again to the unseen yet ever-present energies of the spiritual world. Coherence, in my book, isn't so much about lucid thinking or adequate articulation - more about spirit-communication of feeling, intention and meaning; mere actual conveyance of idea is one of the more elemental methods of connection, perhaps. Love your finale, too: light in all of its many manifestations IS locomotion for certain sure; we get nowhere without it! :)) Wishing you always safe travel on well-lit, upward paths, Amigo; there's always more after lackamore! xx

An excellent existential metaphor that leads to beautifully expressed questions. This is one of my favorites, Jude. I also like the coherent word choice and the effective descriptions: "furious river", "symphony of bridge mist"...

Axilea

I enjoyed the possibilities within the unknowns

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

symbolism of life...?

The twilight zo0ne can be scarry

This feels like the state I am in as I begin to drift into meditation; my mind slowed with no concentration of thought but the rhythm of life that surrounds me, still distantly present to my senses. It is a plesant and foggy place where the concerns of the world melt away and the confusion of life evaporates like the mist from a waterfall. If I should ask myself if I was coherent, I would have to admit that while distracted by the peaceful realm of near nothingness, I am never more coherent than I am at that moment...my priorities are simply in proper order. I really like this poem, Jude, it had me floating on your images and recalling the sanity that exists only within peace of mind.
Take care,
Sherry

To me, this is symbolic and metaphorical, Jude. As I read your verses, my thoughts and emotions are awakened; and to me, that is the mark of fine poetry. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis