Spoken in passing

Spoken in passing

A Poem by Jon Roggie

I wonder,
 and wander.

Words most think have no meaning,
 empty noise,
  waiting to be sprayed on the playground hall.

While I wander,
 and wonder,
  I continue.

I speak words without meaning,

© 2018 Jon Roggie

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Having lived alone all my life, I sometimes forget to speak becuz it's never necessary here. I'm always surprised to see how my dogs come alive when I do speak, tho, so I know that the sound of my voice is important, even if my words are forgettable! *smile* Nice little thought-provoking morsel (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago

Jon Roggie

12 Months Ago

You will always have a voice. Words are not always needed. I am reminded by the dog every morning!
i think eventually you will find that those words have more meaning than you can imagine.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Jon Roggie

1 Year Ago

The fun is trying to find the meaning.

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Added on February 7, 2018
Last Updated on February 7, 2018


Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA

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