Julia Klimenova

Rookie (June 4,1984 / Moscow, Russia)

City Dwellers - Poem by Julia Klimenova

This hand-cream is rich and nurturing
Just like the soil in the field.
Not that we’ve ever scooped up soil:
We’ve read about the feel.

Once in a while we touch tree bark
When picnicking in the park.

We are the city pigeons
Pecking at crumbs, not seeds.
Bus-sheltered from the showers,
Strutting on stiffened feet.

Putting up plastic windows
To block out noise and dust.
Buying sterile illusions
That end up going bust.

Our skin’s protected from the frost.
Our eyes are shaded from the sun.
Our minds – from troubling, subversive thoughts.
Posh cages turn out to be fun.

We are the city-slickers.
So slick it makes one sick.


Comments about City Dwellers by Julia Klimenova

  • (4/18/2008 2:11:00 AM)


    a strong portrait of city life...the effective satire and powerful imagery...well deciphered. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2008 1:40:00 PM)


    To cease existing, and commence liberation. No weak spots.
    Vulnerability is a crime in our invincible twenties. Leaf
    rustles on the sidewalk: the deserted autumn. The resentful spring.

    loved it, Julia. divine flow, words. xxsjg
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2008


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