The Face Poem by Julia Klimenova
The Face
In the rush hour
On the subway
Fantasizing:
If the time could
Hold its breath
And freeze the people,
I would go through
Trains and stations
Always searching
For the face.
In the ghost world,
In the dream maze
I’ve been looking.
So elusive,
Can’t describe it.
Feel my quest
Is never-ending.
First I have to
Visualize its
Every feature,
Sketch, then flesh out,
Add the colours -
Only then it
Will take shape.
But I can’t.
‘Cause no one taught me
How to paint.
Julia, I found this very thought prevoking. Nice poem. Love Gyp's
Julia, your art is expressed so eloquently in your words... beautifully done! Brian
But yet you have painted this fine piece of art.Loads of tallent here.Love Duncan
I like the fantasy of this poem, but not sure I like the last 'paint' line. Maybe if you mention being an artist earlier then it would make more sense. - chuck
I wish it was that easy, to be able to visualize our love and paint him or her so that we would recognize them when they arrive! We should be so lucky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:52:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I was soaring in the firmament of your poetic fantasy and in a mood to go on the quest for the face myself. But the last two lines of the poem has brought me down to Earth, by making me realise that everything is a lesson someone is supposed to teach, and we human beings are not supposed to have learnt every trick of wisdom. I have read this poem over and over again, and liked it very much. Yes, you have written a wonderful poem that deserves to be noticed.