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Write a poem for National Poetry Month based on the topic described....rather, write a poem set in, pertaining to, or inspired by the given region, whether its entirety or just some part of it, as this year's prompts are going to be unified by the theme "Around the World" like last year's prompts were unified by the theme "Esoterica". Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. There are three levels of participation:
Bronze. Participated at least once.
Silver. Participated every day.
Gold. Participated every day, with all entries either being the same form (e.g., every one a sonnet) or being distinct forms (e.g., no two haiku).
Today's region is Eastern Europe.
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The World's Breadbasket
I wonder how eastern Europe feels
being described by the UN
as a statistical subregion
when its fertile lowlands
are among the most productive
agricultural areas in the world.
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The Race
Europe has an easternmost band extending
to the Urals, more of an ethnic than a
geographic border with Asia but its
vastness hangs over
Europe westward, Slavic with French and German
touches, culture, music of solemn brilliance.
Shallow lies a pessimist understanding,
fear of the headman,
life a bounding troika which threatens upset
past white pine trees hallooed by wolves pursuing
each one watching all of the others for that
sacrifice push.
Non-practicing atheist
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04-12-2026, 07:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2026, 07:01 PM by RiverNotch.)
Calderon's Russia
A giant with silvery hair and starry eyes
discovered herself betrayed by her old beau.
He wanted more power west---he wanted to wed
a lady who bled azure---and thus abandoned,
the giant with silvery hair and starry eyes
readied a gilded sword and brazen clarion,
bandaged her breasts and her hair, then mounted a horse
able to cross a river in just one step.
Across the taiga then up some mountains she sped.
In the court of a king so wracked by fear of fate
he judged it a crime for his heir to have been born,
the former lovers met. The case was pressed
and, in the end, the giant with silvery hair
was shown by her gilded sword to have been noble,
to have much greater strength and sense of honor
than any potential partners from the west.
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Soviet Time
red rodents—
gnawing the wheel
arm & hammer
socialite cheese—
unshared
arm & hammer—
turning
in Xanadu
clock struck—
capitalism
rodents ran—
up the clock
