The Day I Silent Kept

—Anonymous

THE ART OF LISTENING
—Jonathan Drane, Australia
 
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. 


______________________

—Medusa


For more about Australian poet Jonathan Drane, and for more of his poetry, go to www.poemhunter.com/jonathan-drane/biography/.

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