Jonathan Drane Poems
- The Art Of Listening I knew something of conversation, or so ...
- The Island Call Space between, the isle and me Ocean stretch...
- Home To You Heart is feeling like a sunbeam In a distant ...
- The Man From Silverwater Homebush Bay the market place A ...
- Freshwater On the beach I stood and looked As sunshine hit ...
- The Man From Horseshoe Bay We came upon this aged man While ...
- From Castle Hill I look to see the mountain edge is falling ...
Jonathan Drane is an award winning Australian non-fiction writer and poet. His personal works concentrate on manhood, and his life experiences as a father, son and husband.
Although Jonathan started writing poetry at the age of 12, his works remained hidden until he was 50 years old.
Events in his own life triggered an epiphany in his 40's, which led to a spiritual journey, ... more »
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The Art Of Listening
I knew something of conversation, or so I thought
until I listened to another.
Knew something of the talk, the sounds the chatter,
But to listen and to speak when moments call,
that is far greater.
Of conversations past, I no longer can remember,
Since the day I silent kept- and listened to another,
There opened up a life which had ‘til then
been merely shadow
At first the life it seemed another’s, but when I was caught
and by the mirror
The face had changed, it told me of another.
Since the day I silent kept- and listened to another.