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Poet Laura: Praise Poems

By Karen Paul Holmes 18 Comments

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Expressing Gratitude With Praise Poems

Last month I talked about gratitude, and so I continue along that vein. Because… well, because don’t we all need it?

I’m not the first to point out how noticing the small things in our lives gives us the opportunity to be thankful when we’re otherwise being hammered by events we’re not thankful for. During the last two years, many poets have turned to writing about their appreciation for nature, which seems to go on no matter what else happens in the world. For example, Jane Hirshfield wrote Today, I Could Do Nothing about saving an ant during quarantine. It ends like this:

This first day when I could do nothing,
contribute nothing
beyond staying distant from my own kind,
I did this.

(Read the the rest of Today I Could Do Nothing.)

In the following poem, James Crews has chosen to not just notice, but to savor some of the everyday-ness of life. In very precise language, he gives us enough detail to show us he has really looked. Taking even a moment to look closely is a way of honoring a thing or as he says “pausing to admire” it. And oh, the things we can choose to admire!

Savor

Every morning I awaken torn between a desire to save the world
and an inclination to savor it.
—E. B. White

This morning I choose to savor
the spill of yellow lamplight
where lady beetles gather to warm
the armor of their spotted shells,
and blue jays already screeching
at the empty feeders in the yard,
surely a form of speech calling me
to see their need and bring out a few
scoops of sunflower seeds for them.
I savor the way a line of snow
balances on a bare oak branch,
not a flake out of place, and how
creosote dims the woodstove window
until a log inside, hollowed by fire,
resembles a tiny cabin with several
lit windows of its own. How can we
save the world if we’ve forgotten
the simple act of pausing to admire
the slim disc of a winter sun rising
as fog sifts across the mountains,
this ghostly breath the old-timers
still call holy smoke, stopping to point
whenever they see it.

—James Crews

(first appeared in Literary North)

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I’d call “Savor” a praise poem, which is described by Poets.org as “a poem of tribute or gratitude.” Traditionally, it was often in praise of a king or deity, but “Praise poems can also widely refer to any poem that expresses gratitude.” A poem such as James’s helps us appreciate the things he appreciated and, in that, to feel the peace he felt. The image of the tiny cabin with lit windows especially touches me.

You can find more uplifting poems in three anthologies edited by James: How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude & Hope, Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness & Connection, and The Path to Kindness: Poems of Connection & Joy.

Here’s a poem where I’ve taken a different approach. I have a penchant for using some humor in a poem otherwise actually about a serious thing: In this case happiness. Hmm, does that sound odd? No, happiness IS something to take seriously!

I’m always one to praise a bargain, so I got inspired to write this when I lucked out on two unexpected bargains in a row. Besides being a sort of praise poem, this is also a list poem.

What It Takes to Make Me Happy

Free toilet paper—12-pack, double rolls (worth 24)
because the sale price didn’t ring up.

Next day, 10 free chocolate-covered strawberries—
half dark, half milk: Hansel & Gretel Sweet Haus,
closing time, the owner packing a gift box for me,
I’ll have to make fresh tomorrow anyway.

Drafting a poem, even one crowded with bad memory:
The boy clutching me at a dance, 1967,
his Old Spice (like Grandpa’s) singeing my nose,
nervous breath on my neck, and how hearing Cherish
still evokes a cringe, though I sing along.

Today, Levi Stubbs full-throttle Bernadette on the car radio
and learning three different Bernadettes inspired it.

My very old dog living another day, limping to me with a toy,
tail swishing so fast it’s a blur on the photo I take.

Diamonds sprayed from the boat’s wake, July, hydrangea sky
same color as the cabin’s bedroom walls,

which also make me happy—
waking to them
and the white ceiling with heart pine beams.

—Karen Paul Holmes

(first appeared in The American Journal of Poetry)

Your Turn: Praise Poems

Have you read a praise poem lately? Please share it by pasting it or linking to it in a comment below. Or, try writing one of your own, pausing to admire something small and so very important.

(Note, if you plan on submitting your unpublished poem to a journal, please be advised it will be considered previously published if you post it here. Publications like Every Day Poems, however, gladly welcome previously published work! A good poem is a good poem, after all. Worthy of being experienced again.)

Photo by Tanja-Milfoil, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Karen Paul Holmes, 2022 Tweetspeak Poet Laura and author of No Such Thing as Distance. Poem by James Crews used with permission.

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Karen Paul Holmes has two poetry collections, No Such Thing as Distance (Terrapin Books, 2018) and Untying the Knot (Kelsay Books, 2014). Her poems have appeared in many journals and have been featured on The Writers' Almanac and The Slowdown.

In her former life, Karen was VP-Communications at a global financial services corporation, and she now works as a freelance business writer and consultant. Her ghost-written articles have appeared in many industry publications under executive bylines.
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About Karen Paul Holmes

Karen Paul Holmes has two poetry collections, No Such Thing as Distance (Terrapin Books, 2018) and Untying the Knot (Kelsay Books, 2014). Her poems have appeared in many journals and have been featured on The Writers' Almanac and The Slowdown.

In her former life, Karen was VP-Communications at a global financial services corporation, and she now works as a freelance business writer and consultant. Her ghost-written articles have appeared in many industry publications under executive bylines.

Comments

  1. L.L. Barkat says

    February 4, 2022 at 12:31 pm

    Karen, that is SO fun to get those freebies! (And that they made it into a praise poem 🙂 .)

    Plus, I love that “white ceiling with heart pine beams.”

    It’s a very grey day here. Lots of rain. And ice coming. I have to consider what to praise. (Maybe my jasmine tea. All lovely in the cobalt tea pot!)

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 4, 2022 at 2:17 pm

      Laura, thank you, and stay away from that ice! It’s gray here too but above freezing. Enjoy that tea in the cobalt pot, and I want to see the poem you write!

      Reply
  2. lynn__ says

    February 5, 2022 at 11:11 am

    Ooooh….FREE chocolate covered strawberries?!!! That is cause for praise 🙂 And I really like your “hydrangea sky same color as the cabin’s bedroom walls”…lovely, Karen.

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 5, 2022 at 11:26 am

      Right? The free strawberries are enough to inspire any poem! Thank you for reading and posting such a nice compliment, Lynn.

      Reply
  3. lynn__ says

    February 5, 2022 at 11:51 am

    Yes, your strawberries inspired my thoughts of raspberry enjoyed with friends just yesterday. So here’s a quick prose poem:

    any reason (praise!)

    unexpected text
    for last minute plans
    an early birthday surprise
    with (old!) college roommates

    meet at local bakery
    we choose a cozy table
    for friendliest conversation
    (loud!) laughter and warm drinks

    try yesterday’s special
    raspberry chai latte, please
    she adds dutch windmill cookie
    and i treat (inheritance!) with cash

    plans to meet again might involve (high!) tea

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 5, 2022 at 6:04 pm

      Fun poem, Lynn. Love your unusual use of parentheses.

      Reply
  4. Catherine Carter says

    February 7, 2022 at 7:00 am

    Thank you, Karen! That’s a lovely praise!

    Here’s one that appeared this past year in North American Review, a praise of the strange fact that butterflies are drawn to urine for the minerals it contains.

    BUTTERFLIES, URINE

    It did not occur to him that [the fates] might be engaged in casting dice against gravity; that mice and men, soil and songs, might be merely ways to retard the march of atoms to the sea.

    –Aldo Leopold, “Odyssey”, A Sand County Almanac

    Over knobby shallows, through long femoral marrows
    the narrow red rivers run, sluicing to the kidneys’
    thinner creeks the foundations of life in this world,
    calcium and magnesium dissolved from bonemelt
    as human height slides away, sucked back by blood
    heeding earthpull. Nitrogen to feed soil. Sodium salts,
    loved and craved. All life the scramble
    for minerals, and none of them yours for long,
    as you remember when you crouch, under April
    sun striking mica-shine from bare limbs, to return
    borrowed water to the papery leaf-floor, and the air
    around you ignites into breathing and beating
    wings. Periwinkle flecks and flakes unfurling
    long spiral tongues to your sparkling stream, tiger
    swallowtails quivering striped vanes over muddy
    patches of piss, pollen-edged mourning cloaks
    mourning nothing so hard that they can’t slip
    in for a sip of you—vivid ephemerals
    oblivious to whatever you need
    them to represent, drawn in frantic flitter
    to the patter of water for what they need,
    invisible particles of bone, of salt,
    to slake their thirst, so like your own.

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 7, 2022 at 11:22 am

      Oh Catherine, I do love your always interesting and wonderful poems. Thank you for popping in to read and share. And huge congrats on the publication in North American Review. And I love the “strange fact” that prompted you to write this poem!

      Reply
  5. Bill Ramsey says

    February 7, 2022 at 7:21 am

    It has always seemed to me that there is a thin line between a poem and concise prose. Perhaps because I am a retired engineer, writing poetry has always been just beyond my reach.
    I share your sense that praise and gratitude are critical components in living life.
    From my blog post over this weekend, I offer this.

    I Remember You
    You are a person who made a lasting difference in my life. You have taught me many things. Your values and believes have influenced mine. A little of me started as a gift from you.
    Most of you have influenced me with your positive, life-affirming actions. A few of you have shown me what NOT to do with my life. Both have helped me to shape my life and for that, I thank you.
    You came into my life at various points along the way; early childhood, teenager, young husband/father, working professional, writer, retiree. You may have been my schoolteacher, pastor, family elder, neighbor, community volunteer or just a chance, onetime encounter. I learned how to watch and listen for your moments of life instruction.
    You are one of at least two hundred people on my list from my childhood until the present. Your face projects onto my memories about you. Your voice and actions are clear to me. Every day of my life several you and several others on my list come alive in my mind. You may already know how you have impacted my life. If I haven’t told you, trust me, it really did happen. There is no way to adequately thank you.
    This message won’t reach all those that I want to thank. I lost track of many of them, and others have left this life. I wish I had thanked them much sooner.
    Suggestion: Consider jotting down the names at least fifty people and what they have contributed to your life. Thank those you may still have time to thank.
    There is no such thing as a “self-made man.” We have all been offered help along on life’s highway. Those who have responded to that help have lived far less troubled lives.

    Reply
  6. Karen Paul Holmes says

    February 7, 2022 at 11:29 am

    Bill, thank you for sharing that fabulous piece of prose that rings so true! “A little of me started as a gift from you.” And yes, even those who taught us the hard lessons deserve our gratitude.

    “Every day of my life several you and several others on my list come alive in my mind.” Yes!

    Here’s the link to Bill’s blog for those interested in following this intelligent, thoughtful man: https://authorbillramsey.com/

    Reply
  7. Brenda Kay Ledford says

    February 7, 2022 at 1:30 pm

    Karen,
    This is an awesome blog. I will visit often for inspiration.

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 7, 2022 at 2:23 pm

      Brenda, so good to hear from you, and I look forward to your visits here!

      Reply
  8. Maren O. Mitchell says

    February 7, 2022 at 10:02 pm

    Karen, what a delight to have you as Poet Laura! You will be lighting up many lives. I’ll add my poem of “In Praise of the Potato,” published in The Strategic Poet of Terrapin Books. Yes, more praise!!

    In Praise of the Potato

    Unbiased diplomats
    the real staff of life
    earth almonds,
    you give off ephemeral perfumes
    in five thousand languages
    from A to V:
    Almond
    Chelina
    Fianna
    Nicola
    Vivaldi.
    Gigantic pearls of the soil
    thin-skinned, but not overly sensitive,
    willingly pried out
    by the lucky and unlucky alike
    your wealth lulls the world
    in the universal language
    of food,
    assimilates differences
    of race, geography
    stylishly co-mingles with all customs,
    mountain to flat land,
    playful gnocchi to spicy masala dosa.
    Chameleon comfort
    chewable wine
    masquerading as legitimate vegetables:
    Oven fry wedges resisting
    teeth with zesty new skins;
    chips that turn a solitary meal
    into a party of one;
    on-the-run French fries
    naughty, self-fulfilling;
    celebration-of-summer potato salad
    accompanied by cicadas;
    pan fries, sedated by caramelized onion;
    essential ingredient of immortal stews
    that put spring on the back burner,
    make winter worthwhile.
    I would not want a life
    without you.

    Reply
  9. Karen Paul Holmes says

    February 8, 2022 at 10:35 am

    Hi Maren, happy to see you shared your fun poem. “masquerading as legitimate vegetables” — so true! The Strategic Poet is such a good source of craft tips and prompts, and I’m grateful to have one of my poems in it too.

    Reply
  10. Brenda Kay Ledford says

    February 8, 2022 at 1:34 pm

    Praise to the Apple Tree

    You are more
    than just an old tree
    bowing your silver head
    to the frozen ground.

    Your body is covered
    with lichen and brittle bark,
    you have given forty years
    of unconditional love.

    As a crooked sapling,
    I saved your life
    from the jaws
    of a woodcutter.

    Each spring you offer
    a fragrant bouquet
    and shelter the bluebirds
    in your arms.

    Each fall red-delicious apples
    plop to feed hungry mouths:
    a feast for white-tailed deer,
    children savoring apple dumplings.

    I lift praise to you,
    my faithful friend,
    and celebrate the joy
    you bring to each season.
    –Brenda Kay Ledford

    Reply
    • Karen Paul Holmes says

      February 8, 2022 at 1:39 pm

      HI Brenda, I love your relationship with this tree. and I’m happy to know this:
      As a crooked sapling,
      I saved your life
      from the jaws
      of a woodcutter.

      Thank you for sharing!

      Reply
  11. Megan Willome says

    February 10, 2022 at 10:37 am

    Thanks, Karen! I’ve been thinking about Jane Hirshfield’s poem and after this morning’s walk, wrote this.

    heavens

    cold sunrise, a string of beautyberries,
    the sky on purple tangent
    interrupts its licorice black

    I walk early though I have nowhere to be
    my leaves claimed by deer who leave
    my fruit for the birds whose song

    reaches into morning’s expanse, fades into light,
    as I walk toward the portal
    open, this frozen morning, to even me

    Reply
  12. Karen Paul Holmes says

    February 10, 2022 at 10:50 am

    Megan, oh that’s a nice poem! I’m glad you had a beautiful walk to inspire it. Thank you for sharing!

    Reply

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