We are the Grey Men

[Silvergrey25]

Ah very cool ����

I will follow. Written in notes so idk what it’ll look like and I don’t know how to write a poem so it’s not one.


The Light is Finite

We are the subject of light or dark depending on who you are and who you perceive us to be.
We are all women and too often no woman.

Aged, youthful, svelt, stout, struggling, unstruggling, intelligence, none. Choice or none.
Education or none, personality or none. Pretty or not. Service.
When we are from. How many languages we speak. A list of things perceived as attractive or unattractive.

The ever moulding into something attractive. The sometimes fear to share what is common between us
or what is real lest it be weak or unattractive now or that it might hunt us later.

The need to be strong and attractive but not hard so that we may be the subject of light not dark.
Attract the light not the dark.

It sometimes feels like there’s not enough light to go around, that the light is finite and divided.
Certain, one’s sliver depends on an ability to mould.

Sometimes, on an ability to mask if not everything then the energy and time spent moulding
…and time spent massaging and fixing the cracks on one’s mask.

Both these things, easier for some. Maybe not even thought of by the few. But, who knows?
It’s hard to truly see anything in it’s real light when the seeing of it might cause the illumination to change.
However, we know we share something, we can feel so much, we all speak that language too.

Such things mentioned are harder for some and easier for others. Pointless is expecting another to do better, to work harder or be more
…if the light is finite.
For, if they could be everything you want them to be and the light is still finite - where would the light go?

Being grateful for a sliver when you have it and quiet about others.
Being compassionate for those who don’t have it right now. If the light is finite.

If the light is finite, having a sliver depends on your gifts, yes, and also on chance.
But if the light is finite, it depends more on someone else not having it.
You are built on them, be quiet.


​SB

A thanks seems trite, in this part of the world we say "powerful as fuck" beautifully put.

[Silvergrey25]

We also say " Yer a poet but you don't know it" 100%

[Thoreau]

Escort Ireland - another Booker Prize material here - well written but I'm beyond the mid-life crisis!!!

[Silvergrey25]

When someone starts interpreting an other's written word in a personal way it's a way of recognizing good art. It's a beautiful delicate piece, eloquent , thoughtful, emotional and evocative. I rest my case.

[Nononsense111]

We are the Grey Men

We hide in plain sight.
We are Everyman. We are no man.
Unnoticed or soon forgotten.

We are old. We are young.
We are thin. We are big-boned.
We are pale. We are dark-skinned.
All we have in common is our second life.

Behind the doors, behind the curtains, we come alive.
The sights we have seen!
Soft curves, dark, golden, milky white,
Sometimes adorned with swirls of graphic ink.
Hair black, blonde, rainbow-coloured,
Visitors from distant shores – we have seen them all.

We have known the touch of clever hands,
Kisses from soft lips, in places seldom kissed.
For a time we are transported,
A little closer to heaven or hell.
Afterwards we slip into the street,
Deadpan, our smiles concealed within.

We hide in plain sight.
We are Everyman. We are no man.
Unnoticed or soon forgotten.

But we have had our day in the sun.


MLC

Great work MLC. A fantastic read.

Got me reminiscing on all the bogus stories I’ve had to fire out to nip out for a punt in the past