Jon Roggie : Writing

Just a reminder

Just a reminder

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I try to write something each day, situations permitting.Some are better than others, but each one serves a purpose.I remind myself I am still here.My..
I wonder

I wonder

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Do you look at your writes? Yes, I am a pain in the a*s about this topic.Music is playing, old school Prince.Sorry, lost my track.Do you ever wonder..
Stand beside me

Stand beside me

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Just for a moment, look past other expectations.See what is there.So much beauty, missed while passing by.Stop for a moment and embrace the life aroun..
Humor or Humour

Humor or Humour

A Poem by Jon Roggie


All the same, just a different accent, or taking another approach.Each trying to get a laugh, make another smile.Often the laugh comes at the expense ..
Another "How we write" ramble

Another "How we write" ramble

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I know, I tend to dwell on this.Probably shouldn't be listed as a poem, but I can accept the spoken word part.Anyway, do you notice how some of your w..
Pebbles in the stream

Pebbles in the stream

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Contemplating the passage of time, I sit by the water.The current is constant, as is the result.Given time, each stone is reduced to a pebble, and cha..
A changing elemental

A changing elemental

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Flowing from form to form, reflecting emotions, resting in an ember state.Each time, drawn toward the next change.Consuming flames, soothing in their ..
Watching the leaves

Watching the leaves

A Poem by Jon Roggie


A slow change, echoed by the growing chill.Colors change, momentary beauty, fading, and becoming fragile.The image feels so familiar, thoughts blaze f..
Why do my younger friends keep dying?

Why do my younger friends keep dying?

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Please excuse me, but this hurts.Let me get this straight.I am not supposed to outlive you.Quit proving me wrong.Damn it.
I doubt myself

I doubt myself

A Poem by Jon Roggie


A story is only a reflection of the teller. I think my image is dim.Words vanish, not even a trail, each becoming a random memory. but still I wonder ..