Normandy - Lost In Translation

Lulled by bells
of cathedrals and cattle,
my mind turns left
down a road out of town,

by Lori Boulard Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

I once found myself writing in a tube station in London simply because I couldn't wait another second to record my thoughts. You have captured that need so gracefully and beautifully! A standout poem! ~Ray
you nailed it gonna give you that that feeling one gets when you have to get it down, now before you forget
Lori, Really enjoyed this poem. Think John has a point about 'racing words'. Nonetheless good work! Carolynn
Lori...I like the revision, but I think there is still a problem with 'racing words.' John
Lori...the last two stanzas are great-really. Maybe you could cut the first three, which are interesting, but not nearly as powerful. I would say 'races away...' Your finger touched the gold on this one....take care, John
Whoa! Excellent contemplative piece Lori.
Ah, you are not alone in this, Lori! Love this 'of the moment' poem. Esther : ]
Love this Lori. Know the moment and wonder just how many got away! Danny 10