Julia Klimenova

Rookie (June 4,1984 / Moscow, Russia)

Watching A Sunset - Poem by Julia Klimenova

Pangs of joy
Piercing, acute
Stab like a knife.
Won't compose
Poems of praise.
Words are debased.
Humbled, I watch.
Such moments are
Rare butterflies
Can't pin them down.
Don't want them dead.
Set them free.
May be some day
They will return,
Brighten my dusk.

Comments about Watching A Sunset by Julia Klimenova

  • (5/5/2006 3:28:00 PM)

    A wonderfully original write Julia, words to brighten anyone's dusk. Warmest wishes, Justine. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/5/2006 2:38:00 PM)

    As you have brightened mine, what a great writer you are,
    This is poetry at its finest hour:
    Such moments are
    Rare butterflies
    Can't pin them down.
    Don't want them dead.
    Set them free.
    When your work speaks so well for itself, don't interupt!
    Love duncan
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  • (5/1/2006 2:41:00 PM)

    wonderful imagery. This poem was created by a fine wordsmith. In a sense, we are all sunset travelers. It just takes a little longer for some of us to get there than others..

    Warm regards,

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  • (4/29/2006 3:54:00 AM)

    A gem of a poem like a miniature painting! Brilliantly encapsulates the truth that some basic experiences cannot just be neatly packaged away in our minds and that if we try to catalogue and classify them they escape us forever. (Report) Reply

  • (4/28/2006 12:17:00 AM)

    I like the entire poem, but really like the last line, the thought of 'Brighten my dusk'. (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2006 9:02:00 PM)


    This is a wonderful poem. It is tight, concise and not one cliche in sight! Excellent writing.


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  • (4/24/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    The only true Joy is always indescribable (I think, but then who am I?) ... Still, we try. I love '...don't want them dead.' I hear you. Thank you for this! Esther (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2006 4:28:00 AM)

    I must admit I was wary when I saw the title (I worried it might be one of those cliches about colours in the sky) , but this is a truly terrific poem, with not a cliche in sight. Cuts to the bone and not a word wasted or out of place. And on reading it, the title actually works. Have a 10 from me.
    Anna xxx
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

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