No Poems For Wally

I can’t write a poem for Wally

I have no words, I fear,

to describe what he means

to all of us here.

We all know these two

for they come as a pair

If we ever lose one

It will be hard to bear.

There is nothing to say

Not a thing we can do

But think about them

As she tries to get through.

I can’t write much more

But this may be a start

to elicit those feelings

from neighbors, from the heart.

—–please feel free to add to this poor poem for Wally and Diane from your own amazing experiences with them here in Lincolnville.

FTC

Write To Finish vs. The Way of the Writer

I am not sure why or when I have become or became afraid to write.  It certainly didn’t help to try to read Charles Johnson’s book “The Way of The Writer” .  According to Mr. Johnson, you have to spend 30 years reading and studyng the classics and every piece of style stuff before you write anything. Then, you have to revise it over and over again.  He also said that writing from “personal experiences” alone is a waste of time.  Nice, Charles.  Your classes must have really been inspired.  His book is more of an autobiography about how wonderful he is.  Guess what?  I stopped reading it so I can get back to writing, evn if it is bad writing.  Now I am not sure who I should give this book to…Goodwill?