The broken shards love the artist's caress, anticipate the masterpiece yet to manifest...
Sunday, April 10, 2011
“Through me the way into the suffering city..."
“...Through me the way to the eternal pain...
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.”
Of course I exaggerate. You can hold on to your hopes.
My poetry isn't that bad.
My name is Rodney, and I invite a lot of unfitting connotations by calling myself a poet, but I'll chance it. I love poetry, been writing it for over a decade, writing feverishly as if the muses are always cracking their quill-shaped whips behind me.
You can expect a lot of that here: some (hopefully) witty allusions and literary illusions, prosaic explorations of the world and its many profundities...and if you couldn't tell by that last promise, a whole lot of potentially unfamiliar words, too. Dig out those dictionaries, dear reader.
All witticism aside, this is really just a place for me to vent and share my work. If you enjoy poetry, I would hope you'll enjoy what I have to offer.