Dear Readers,
Literary Revelations brings you the wonderful poetry of John Grey.
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A BOWING MAN
I bow to the woman
who raised me.
I bow to the house
I grew up in,
my friends, my companions,
and the school
that taught me
half of what I know,
the books that
took care of the rest.
I bow to the sports
I played,
the first girls
who smiled at me,
the scars I earned
doing the things
I dared to.
I bow so much
my hands touch the ground.
I look like an arc.
But I prefer to think
I’m a bridge.
LIVING TOGETHER
It doesn’t look like drama
because it happens on a daily basis,
but examine the evidence –
one man, one woman,
living in such proximity,
their breaths knock against each other,
their sweat converges.
The running conversation is mostly small talk.
But there’s always a subtext –
what are they doing here?
why are they together?
It happens in a house, not a stage.
Few of the scenes are particularly memorable.
And the acts, sometimes, can seem interminable.
But close company is conflict in human form.
And familiarity is another name for tension.


Life in it’s simplicity and honesty…excellent!!
I love those poems too Clive.
oh, wow! i love how simple and wise these pieces are. thank you for sharing John Grey , LR 💜