Iola Zaan

About Iola Zaan

I think I inherited my love of words from my father. He didn't write but read every day of his life from as long as he could remember. He loved that I assigned made up words when I was too young to know a word for something, it reaffirmed to him the power of words and how much I needed them then. He kept a dictionary and thesaurus in the living room, always. Although my father never wrote any stories, he made them up all the time. He encouraged that I wanted to write mine down and to play with words in poetry. He loved reading poetry.

I lost my way in my teens especially with regards to academia. Once my teens were well behind me I discovered nursing and midwifery which saved me and returned me to school.

My parents were pleased, though continued to believe in me as a writer, giving books on writing as gifts and wanting to read any poems I wrote.

When my father was dying, I gave him a poem I had written about him. He shared it with some of the nurses. When he passed away, one of the nurses found it in bed with him and gave it to me. I read it and its sequel at his funeral and another when we scattered his ashes. With the addition of poems written or read out by the grandchildren it was comforting to know that he would have appreciated his funeral.

    Poems by Iola Zaan

  • LEST WE FORGET

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    Remembrance Day

    in Short Poems

    LEST WE FORGET

    On barren land on western field
    Where only sadness war can yield

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  • A Picture Or A Thousand Words?

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    • Posted on 09/24/18
    Loving The Power Of Words

    in Creative Poems

    They're quite uncomfortable alone
    It's in a group they feel at home
    It makes us squirm when one slips out
    Or feels the need to make one shout

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  • Heaven, Invitation Only

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    • Posted on 08/15/18
    People Suicidal Due To Pain And Illness

    in STOP Suicide Poems

    Heaven - Invitation Only

    You climbed this stairway once before
    That day you knocked on heaven's door

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  • Life's Gifts

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    • Posted on 07/13/18
    Blessings Of Life And End Of Life Peace

    in Dying Poems

    We asked all the angels to take you from harm,
    So now you sleep soundly, all peaceful and calm
    But oh how we miss you, our loss is their gain
    There's sunshine in heaven but on earth only rain

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  • Nonsense Needs You

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    • Posted on 05/19/18
    It's Simply Firsta Nonsense Poem

    in Rhyming Poems

    Did you ever not go to a place you don't know
    And were sure you should visit there more
    Did you ever once feel that a place is not real
    And yet know that you've been there before

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