Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 33
and Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform
They're not hot flashes — they're power surges. ~Author unknown
I used to be a wild storm that riled the August seas
then I was a drought that killed a weeping willow tree
I settled into a snow fall that lingered through many winters so cold and strong
and now I am a hot flash of summer that lasts all decade long.
©Carrie
Van Horn 2019
Oh, the cycles women go through! You have captured them perfectly here. 🧡
ReplyDeleteLife is seasons. :)
ReplyDeleteLove it! Wonderful wordsmithing with an awesome mesmeric cadence.
ReplyDeletePower surges, how wonderful. Remembering makes me happy to be 77!
ReplyDeleteLove the aging into a hot flash. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteWOW! I am so glad we have arrived at summer! Winter was tough, mine was spent in Siberia. Smiles. Thankfully long ago and far away.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem. I have heard women complaining about this phase. I had cancer and was gutted at an early age so...
ReplyDeleteAs a transwoman, I can seriously relate to this poem. When I started, I have hot flashes so bad, my body was a soaked rag. Worse part, I was shopping at the local WalMart. Hormones can drive anyone crazy, with their flow. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the opening line 💞 this is gorgeous word-smiting!
ReplyDeleteWonderful phases of the weather! (What will you be next, I can't help wondering. Something powerful and all-consuming, obviously. )
ReplyDeleteI love this... the process of aging of women is so different than men... yet in the end we are all same...
ReplyDeleteThe quotation at the top made me chuckle.
ReplyDeleteGreat quote, great poem!
ReplyDeleteOh wow, the poem is so powerful in its no holds barred energy. This surge is radiant in every light. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteOh lovely- and that title is beyond wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAn instant favourite, Carrie! Possibly because I can relate so well to each season!
ReplyDeleteand now I am a hot flash of summer
ReplyDeletethat lasts all decade long
It provides a balance to those feelings of heat and warmth. To sustain decades long is a measure of tenacity
Hank
Wow. Amazing shifts and that last pops like a cheer from a crowd or a flashbulb
ReplyDelete:) Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteTime and living have a way in making us... into everything.
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