Life Is Unfinished Without the Language of Poetry: Ii

By Wanas

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669825999

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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LIFE IS

Unfinished

WITHOUT THE

Language

OF   Poetry

II

WANAS

Copyright © 2022 by Wanas.

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Rev. date: 05/19/2022

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Contents

News Release [Blue Review]

A Prelude

Preface/Prologue

Introduction

Chapter 1     Fourth Dimension

Chapter 2     Canyonlands Of She

Chapter 3     Unknown Dimension

These poems focus on the inner voice and state of feelings including imagery. Those who are looking for a variety of images will not be disappointed, but for those who are looking for types of speakers, maybe. But readers who want to experience ethereal poems often tinted with melancholia may appreciate this collection whose strengths include mood, expressiveness of emotion, and consistency of theme.

His verse of The Canyonlands of She is nothing short haunting!

News Release [Blue Review]

LIFE IS UNFINISHED WITHOUT THE LANGUAGE

OF POETRY 11

Simplistic realism is how he describes his works. It is a simple book with three chapters featuring short poems, short stanzas, and unrhymed lines, with titles as Time between Time, Black Sunrise, and Closer to Far Away.

It is a collection about the elusive nature of time, silence longing and memories. It’s held together through the poet’s use of imagery, consistency of free verse form.

Wanas often pairs a feeling, a memory, and a nature simile or metaphor to express the speaker’s state of being as Un-Remembering You, which begins,

I felt you today, or maybe it was but a memory,

left over,

like puddles of water after a storm.

In Neverwhere, he addresses an unseen person:

I’m not afraid of your secrets, none of them

They unthaw my dreams sometimes

that have become frozen, like a lake encrusted in ice.

While the line breaks are not especially dramatic, the short lines serve to highlight the simple imagery.

A Prelude

LAUNCHING AND DEAD ENDS

IF IT DOESN’T COME TO ME,

THEN NOTHING REALLY

COMES FROM ME TO YOU

Poetry is unique and stands alone.

An artist can see in their mind’s eye

a picture or one who sculptures

their creative piece in a block

of wood or stone.

A novelist often knows what they want

to write about.

One who writes poetry

must capture in a few words

this elusive and mystical world

in a language that can only be heard

if it speaks to them.

So with cryptic, crumbled

and disconnected words

that I have written on bits of anything

begin this journey, with no timelines,

no destination nor address!

Preface/Prologue

By divine design, humans have had a need

and a desire to tell their story.

Our early ancestors painted on cave walls

in the old world, while Native Americans

would eventually chisel pictographs

on canyon walls in the Americas.

Today we are still trying to tell our story.

Even with our communication and technology,

we yearn for a deeper way, a language to the soul.

Music and art seem to have found that channel.

So too can a child’s smile, a night sky, even tears.

The Word can.

But words can be just babels