RonE317 : Writing

And Today...

And Today...

A Poem by RonE317


I live in a town where children are angry and culture grows moss on its broken back. And today I cry; not because I’m ..
Solitary

Solitary

A Poem by RonE317


“I promise”, so she said to me, as I wait here patiently. All that I ask is hear my plea; don’t leave me here… alone..
Lament

Lament

A Poem by RonE317


When all has been done and there’s nothing more to see, will anyone care that we’ve gone nowhere and that being was ..
In a Notebook...

In a Notebook...

A Poem by RonE317


I used to keep a notebook on my night stand because, I thought I would, in the middle of the night, write down my dreams. Well, after two years of sta..
Thespian

Thespian

A Poem by RonE317


Here I am Let me be counted I am here Let me be heard Broken and batteredLiving on passion Standing before you Naked and scarred..
Little Dark Haired Girl

Little Dark Haired Girl

A Poem by RonE317


The little dark haired girl is gone The little dark haired girl The little The dark Gone It’s night again and time for bed ..
Trippin'

Trippin'

A Poem by RonE317


Remember the trip from Greenville to the Jersey Shore; the beer warming with each passing mile; three kids ..
Thirty Six

Thirty Six

A Poem by RonE317


On a bench by the river, shadowed by mountains of glass and steel; in filthy clothes and worn out shoes I sit. O..
El Mexicano Viejo

El Mexicano Viejo

A Poem by RonE317


The old man moved slowly through the crowd as he did most every night, with a guitar on his back and a smile on his face. ..