I write words

Simple process.

What could a few words mean?

Nothing for the passerby,

 but the writer is sharing.

Part letting slip away.

How do you share yourself?

This always leaves me tired.

I share my soul.

Little bits.

with time it grows

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Writer's dreams and nightmares. Force words and thoughts. Worthwhile or not? I have been writing and reading for 50 years. I wonder do I write for myself or for a reason? I liked your thoughts in the poem. Thank you Jon for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jon Roggie]

I will turn 51 in a few weeks. I have been reading most of the time. The Sacketts were a friend when I was five. Swore off rhyming after the fifth grade. I still love to tell a simple story.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will turn sixty and I was a Jack London and Mark Twain kid. I wanted to escape and have great adventure.

[Jon Roggie]

London, Twain, Poe, and then we move forward...
Long car trips as a child in the early 70's,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but the sharing makes another have part of our soul...

little bits...and then we are all joined in some odd way, through the pen.

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you, sir.
It is the season of sharing.