Jon Roggie : Writing

Growing pains of a young immortal

Growing pains of a young immortal

A Poem by Jon Roggie


The perspective is confusing. Time passes at the same rate, but results are not the same.Those younger age, and pass along, while you stroll down this..
She won't call me Uncle Jon

She won't call me Uncle Jon

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Some would consider it a touch of disrespect, but I am not one of them.She knows she can ask me questions, and receive a truthful answer.Unless she is..
A stop in the road

A stop in the road

A Poem by Jon Roggie


This will be a long journey, and many companions will pass, but not to be forgotten.Now, and again, you have to stop for awhile, and give back.No clue..
Each time you ask

Each time you ask

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Hard for me not to see. You are tired, and feel abandoned.You could understand If I left, since others don't even bother to stop by.So each time you a..
Another sideways distraction

Another sideways distraction

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Bit of Gershwin
old voice

old voice

A Poem by Jon Roggie


no reason to listen quietly speaking talking to myself enjoying the silencewondering why, and what will come nexttalking to myself, in a comfortable ..
Just that moment

Just that moment

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Easy to vent, but sometimes, you need to be precise.Show what you are trying to say, show yourself.Only for an instant.
Words can be .....

Words can be .....

A Poem by Jon Roggie


each write is a creation, some with hesitation.waiting to be read, often words quietly said.but you see, as many who write may deny, we each try,try t..
I could be Poe

I could be Poe

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I could whisper many words,echoed phrases.Yet, I try to be original. while words are ever repeated.
Rubbing the sand from my eyes

Rubbing the sand from my eyes

A Poem by Jon Roggie


a smile to see you awake, hoping.what can I create, passing between worlds, barely touching?each stopping point a lash across the back, each bringing ..