No praise will pass these lips again
In exultation of mere mortal men
Who long since now be ash and dust
Wanton fragrance of lingering lust
Though feats of valor I’ll never despise
(My failed attempts much more denied)
But praise I will to Him whose breath
Envelops every life and death
All stories, OH YES they inspire!
But I was pulled out from the mire
My adulation now must go
To the one who made me the miracle
I alone know
Dversepoets.com A poem of effusive praise, Ingrid suggests a poetic form unfamiliar to me.
For Today’s Poetics, let’s have fun while writing a Panegyric poem. It doesn’t necessarily have to be very long. For purposes of the prompt as well as everybody’s ease, I am leaving the length up to the discretion of the Poet.
The theme can be anything, as it’s a poem of “effusive praise,” go ahead and explore where the idea takes you. Feel free to write about nature or perhaps a favorite author, artist or poet. The possibilities are endless.
I did not think it would be “fun”, but it ended up being more than fun!