Only a great poet can wrap a murder verdict in eloquence that haunts you. That’s exactly what Olabode Odd Rod Borisade did as news broke about the verdict following the murder of 17 year old Jordan Davis.
Davis was killed by a man who was angry about the teen’s loud music as he sat with his friends in an SUV at a convenience store in Jacksonville, Florida. The killer, who had traveled to Jax from Satellite Beach, was convicted of murder on Wednesday.
I had the pleasure of writing an article about Rod’s work and other writing for the national magazineThe Writer before that publication was sold. Rod is that rare talent who has the ability to use words to make music. His poems aren’t typical, mind numbing rhyme-slam—they’re tropes and rhyme woven together in the same manner an artist blends colors and canvas. Nor is he an anal-retentive academic whose work evaporates into the ether, missing your ear and mind for one reason—it’s tragically, hopelessly dull.
Poet Emily Dickinson once reportedly said, “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
When I saw Rod’s video on Facebook Wednesday, I was blown away. I showed it to different people in my family and they felt the same.
It’s National Poetry Day. I can’t think of a better way to mark it than to share Rod’s poem here. If I could, I’d make him Poet Laureate of Florida or the country. That position is politically controlled, so I’ll just dub him Poet Laureate of the People. Knowing Rod, I think he’d be fine with that.
Featured Photo: Olabode Odd Rod Borisade at Marymount University in Arlington, Virginia. Rod travels widely, taking his poems to the people.
Featured Video: From Borisade’s page at Facebook: www.facebook.com/oddrod
(Review by Kay B. Day/Oct. 2, 2014)