My name is....

My name is....

A Story by Jon Roggie

Scales rustle behind me,
  competing for the reply.

Honestly,
 I should stop now.

A title,
  and I think it might be a compound sentence.

Been put into a mood,
 and patience is waning.

Tears falling from my eyes,
  I scream my name



HOPE

© 2020 Jon Roggie


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Jon, I read this an immediately thought of WB Yeats. “We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.” Seems you’ve captured that in the Cafe’s little world, or so I read.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

3 Years Ago

Careful. I might start taking myself seriously.
R.E. Ray

3 Years Ago

I stand warned, sir.
Has the sound of writers block. Probably the reason so many great writers were also drunks.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I have an obsession with short titles, so I envy those who can title a poem using a compound sentence . . . I find those are the listings that compel a click, too. In a way, the writing process (from my humble POV) is best served when I forget my name. I need to stay out of this message & just let it tell itself the way it will, without my injecting my likes/dislikes/interpretation into it. So even tho your poem seems to bemoan the loss of self, I see this as a good thing, a necessary loss to strip away the detritus of our cleverness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

PS -- I'm here becuz this poem inspired Jacob's poem "Platform" & I wanted to read yours before his. I love both poems & yet I've come up with completely different responses to each! *smile*

Posted 3 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

3 Years Ago

You must start with a blank page of story, before you can create an epic.
Or, you just thro.. read more
The first line interests me a great deal ... could be postage scales waiting for the letter to be dropped on it, or worse yet the rustle of a serpent's scales ... perhaps the devil is delaying the process.
Sometimes it's good to step back when something won't come. I know that feeling that you've written what you think is a good poem but the title doesn't come.
We patiently wait ... but nothing ... fingers are tapped ... pencils are snapped and still it eludes ... until we have only that name Hope.

A good write Jon ... very good.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

3 Years Ago

The devil is patient, but even he get tired of waiting!
Still, I have to scratch the itch!read more
wow, I relate to this so much...life complicated, patience waning...screaming in frustration...
can't title it all in less than a compound sentence, OR Two....
maybe when we write we are competing for replies...even though poetry isn't really a competition.
We are voices struggling to be heard...and to have names.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

3 Years Ago

Just a bunch of birds in the aviary, each unique, and ready to make a horrendous squack when desired.. read more
Hope and patience are very connected.
You have to have a whole lot of both I think, to attain the unattainable.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

3 Years Ago

Part of the job.
Still like the shoes.
Papaya

3 Years Ago

Thanks : )

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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