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All That He Hears
by Jason HanniganA small girl lays on her bed
Staring to the ceiling,
ListeningĀ
Listening to the sky.
She can hear the rain
Placidly beaming,
She can hear the thunder
Loudly screaming,
She can hear the hail
Calmly speaking
The truths,
And the falsehoods,
Of tomorrow.
She smiles at the thought
That she understands
The story that the clouds speakĀ
A story of ages;
Of events past,
Of generations yet to come.
All the while
Her father is worlds away
Though he sits in the same room,
And thinks that his daughter is insane
Because all that he hears
Is a storm. 02/12/2007 Posted on 02/12/2007
Copyright © 2026 Jason Hannigan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/12/07 at 08:15 PM I absolutely loved the contrast of the fathers perspective and his daughters. Life is "perspective" - rather simplistic yet oh, so complicated. Liked this very much.
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| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 02/12/07 at 10:48 PM I absolutely love this piece, Jason. If someone were to sum up my childhood/general outlook in stanzas, this poem would be it for sure. The writer's plague, I say. Being so perceptive. Often times the acute sounds we tend to hear which go ignored by others can be deafening. Great work! I'll be poking around the rest of your library, to be sure. :) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/21/11 at 02:48 PM Wow...amazing how perspective makes things so different, huh? Nicely done, Jason. |
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