You see through me,
Dostoevsky, you leave no light
between truth and reality
and a woman’s heart (like a man’s)
lays bared before your demands
that life be lived not in the shadows
but where madness, danger, evil threaten:
and faced, leaves no doubt of allegiance
to the God whose truth is love.
Sanaa at dVerse's Poetics asks that we "dip our toes" into a panegyric: "Plainly speaking, the term “Panegyric,” refers to a poem of effusive praise. The genre being Greek in origin is closely related to both eulogy and ode. Click on Mr. Linky and join in!