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    Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry
    Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry
    Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry
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    Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry

    By Wanas

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    By "divine design"
    humans have had a need and a desire to tell their story
    Our early ancestors painted scenes on cave walls- in the Old World
    while Native American chiseled pictographs
    on canyon walls in the Americas

    Today we are still trying­
    to tell our story
    Even with our communication skills and technology we yearn for a deeper way -
    a language that communicates to the soul

    In some there is a gift;
    an inner voice
    IT can be heard in the language of music,art,sculpturing even poetry and when mastered
    what they can create is "a masterpiece"
    even if only to themselves

    I too hear It -at times and
    choose to ignore It
    At other times It screams and then
    It -takes over my life
    until it is created

    So we try to create what is felt and heard
    But even at our best
    {while here}
    it will always be AN UNFINISHED LIFE
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateAug 28, 2019
    ISBN9781796053920
    Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry
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    Wanas

    A native of Tennessee but no stranger to the Canyonlands of Southern Utah nor the Wind River mountain range of Wyoming. Married high school sweetheart and father of four children. Opened one of the first “head shops” in the state of Tennessee in the ’60s. A convert to the LDS Church. Love being in the Winds of Wyoming and the Canyons of Utah with my daughters and grandchildren. I am often asked about my first name. It is a First Nations name and means “one who wanders about the land.” My sixth grandmother was “Cherokee of the Fifth Nation.” Her name was Denta. Writing helps me to feel what I cannot touch, To understand a voice that speaks but cannot be heard. Words help to almost have What I will never hold. And Its language tries to capture what holds me Hostage here!

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