Jon Roggie : Writing

Something to learn

Something to learn

A Poem by Jon Roggie


How do you do it?Open the door on the story, and it feels like I never left.Decades between the words.Story picks right back up.And I stumble with my ..
How to tell the story?

How to tell the story?

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I know.Start with a tease.But, if I write it down, it helps.Which is still another way to avoid.When you have came out of the tunnel, not a memory you..
Reminders

Reminders

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Each choice of words....I will remember meals on the weekends, words and feelings shared.Passing moments of joy, moments of sadness.Friends talk.We sh..
Threw it away

Threw it away

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Something I have to do every few years.I have to force the change.I burn it all to the ground.When you can see the slipping time for a change.Held it ..
I wish I could write great reviews.

I wish I could write great reviews.

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I feel my response is wanting.I can't express my respect sometimes.So, if you see only a few words, try to see the feeling behind them.Words are few, ..
Sorry

Sorry

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Sorry.I am only trying.Only 70, and I feel it.Pain is throwing me off.People are coming to the wrong conclusion.Only way I can explain, give a taste o..
Rage

Rage

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Something I try to avoid, but it led me here.I find if I express myself in the public, people think I am out of control.I know they are used to the ca..
Because I gave up

Because I gave up

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Happened before, probably happen again.Each time for a moment.Moment when I stop.Finally, stop.Even when I rest, I am in motion.So, when I stop. i h..
Bloody Lip

Bloody Lip

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Not from a punch, from a moment of restraint.Find myself biting.You were put in a place. Don't even realize.Trying to teach.Questions from both sides...
Dwelling in the present

Dwelling in the present

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Something, I will not do.I will take memories, and let them give me strength.Even bits of inspiration, granted by those before me.I see Milo Morai rid..