Jonathan Drane Poems
|1.||The Market Place||11/22/2009|
|3.||From Castle Hill||11/22/2009|
|4.||The Man From Horseshoe Bay||11/22/2009|
|5.||The Summer Path||11/22/2009|
|6.||The Mother's Song||2/6/2011|
|8.||Soft The Tree Whispered||12/14/2012|
|9.||The Island Call||11/22/2009|
|11.||The Man From Silverwater||11/22/2009|
|12.||Home To You||11/22/2009|
|13.||The Art Of Listening||11/21/2009|
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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.