Biography of Jonathan Drane
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, and the creation of life stories which we can all relate to.
His autobiographical works provide searing accounts of how he sought the truth within his own life, and his own escape from depression, which he traced to an event in his early childhood.
His poetic works include mystical stories to verse which mirror the human condition, such as 'The Curlew Song' and ' The Viking Ship'.
To read Jonathan's work is to face your own life head on. We welcome you to the challenge and the magic of seeking the truth in your own life.. whatever that is.
Jonathan's works are published on www.jondrane.net
Jonathan Drane's Works:
-The Way of a Thousand Arrows - A family's journey through the Camino de Santiago
-The Curlew Song
-The Viking Ship
Jonathan Drane Poems
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,
Home To You
Heart is feeling like a sunbeam In a distant land I am soaring cross the surface Coming home to you
The Man From Silverwater
Homebush Bay the market place A coffee shop an aged face A man came up to meet me once He wasn’t from my time
On the beach I stood and looked As sunshine hit the waves The light was opal in the air And glowed upon the haze
Soft The Tree Whispered
Soft the tree whispered Soft sang the sea Over the mountain You came home to me
When mist was felt upon the leaves We’d slip into the night And forest held us on our path And led us into sight
The Mother's Song
Johnny in the fallen trench Johnny on my knee Once was like a willow seed Now an old bent tree
The Market Place
I was once a china man I was once a thief I sailed here on the summer wind And held the cutlass sheath
The Summer Path
I walked along the sandy path and felt the summer air The palm trees moaned of distant times away above me there The palm fronds moved amongst the breeze and spoke a song so free Of summer air and warming breeze and fairies in the leaves
The Man From Horseshoe Bay
We came upon this aged man While walking 'long the shore And sunset drew us to his side And kookaburra’s call
From Castle Hill
I look to see the mountain edge is falling to the sea and weeping rain is misting in the crevice and drifts across the ocean skin
Crescent bay and whisper trees Boulders singing dreams to me Grass is stretching to the shore And past the dripping palms
The Island Call
Space between, the isle and me Ocean stretch and green, green sea But once I walked upon its shore And breathed the tropic air
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