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S Reeson
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S Reeson (she/they) is 58 and bisexual. They have been published by The Poetry Society and Bloomsbury/OneWorld, and had work in more than 20 publications and anthologies – most recently, Ink, Sweat & Tears. When not creating, they are very close to being able to deadlift their body weight.
the poems
Blame
I will not let this voice be silenced
this has become a moment definition
carving ideals going forward
that in a space for giving
the right things aren’t received
people have stopped listening
everyone who plays this game
do you see that rules have changed
questions transform weapons
a proper form to lessons
learnt at distance and in time
I will ask this voice will define
Cascade
the day she opened up my brain
put her hand inside
plucked out a poisoned shard
I may not have been listening
instead
I may have been falling
the day I learnt
fairy stories aren't for happy endings
they're for lessons earnt
I heard inertia's static undermining
that may soon destroy us all
I renounced its terrorism
~
another day begins within a schism
inside this safest space
indicates an altering position
I do not see enough inclusivity
instead
I only taste their lack of comprehension
the day that other people
accept they're born as levers
the world might then begin to change
I will not repeat a previous senseless history
inbred
I will become a helper kinder force idealism
~
the day I finally embrace a subtle shift
relaxing this constant fist
constant poisoned shards cascade away
Give
sometimes it is about you
and the comprehension given to
what it is that isn’t good
an acceptance of a need to change
looking at what’s fundamentally wrong
piling up as rubbish round our feet
nobody anywhere is perfect
ask when was the last time
objectivity came off the shelf
in the spaces between living
take a long hard look at yourself
there is always space to give
Publishing credits
All poems: previously published in the author's Substack