Shawn L. Bird

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poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:27 pm
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In the heat

her fingers sizzle from inside out

raising an ocean on her forehead

rivers racing down her back,

internal pressure steam driven engine

hissing irritably

summer outside

summer inside


36 Responses to “poem-men-oh-pausssse”

  1. sumyanna Says:

    Really nice . . . The poem . . . Not menopause 😁

  2. writing, writing, words words words. Says:

    Niiice!! Amen,sister πŸ™‚

    • Been there? Done that?

      • writing, writing, words words words. Says:

        Yes BUT all the studies on HRT are skewed and incorrect. You can look them up by Googling “Harvard Hormone replacement therapies” stating that hormones like mare’s urine caused so many women in the study to drop out because of cancer that the study had to discontinue the study in the first leg of it). My grandmother and my mom and myself have been taking bio-identical estrogen (none of us have a uterus so we don’t need to take the progesterone as well) for forever (and my father has been on testosterone for 15 years) and they are totally safe, contrary to the studies (if you read them you see how they are flawed) done by the Women’s Heath Initiative, and that other group (NIH?). I take 1mg a day (I’m going to up my to 2mg next month) and hope to be on it for the rest of my life. Bioidenticals (like Cimarra/Climarra patch – I don’t have the info at hand, and right now I’m on Estradiol now, which isn’t as good as the patch because Estradiol filters through the liver and turns into Estrace) are nothing but the same hormones your own body used to produce. Teenagers have tons of them, and you don’t see them dropping like flies from a heart attack, or cancer.

        (Thank you for letting me do a public service announcement, Shawn).

        HRT treats it all: weight gain, fatigue, hot flashes, moodiness, dryness, depression, confusion (hormones brain); ALL of it. And, my low-budget insurance pays for it. I’d be willing to bet anyone else’s will too.

        Whew! TY Shawn!!!!! Happy safe 4th, you awesome poet you. πŸ™‚

      • I’ve heard good things about Bioidentical hormones from my best friend (whose hubby is a doctor whose partner specializes in them) and I know Diana Gabaldon swears by them.

  3. Melody J Haislip Says:

    Wow, this one sounds personal. πŸ™‚

  4. I feel the heat. Been having my “Own Personal Summers” for several years. Can’t wait until this menopause, Meno Stops!! DeBorah aka Sweaty Betty. LOL!!

  5. Amy Says:

    I feel that one!

  6. jburns58 Says:

    Wonderful poem, Shawn!

  7. sumyanna Says:

    You look to young to be writing about such things!

    • lol Looks can be deceiving! The other day I was at the bank and teller told me she could see my birthday on her screen, and she needed to tell me that I didn’t love ANYWHERE near that age. I was feeling pretty good about that, and came home and told my husband. He smirked and said, “Did she think you were older?” He was consigned to the basement for the rest of the night!!! Brat.

      • sumyanna Says:

        Men always have a way of reminding us I’d things we’d rather forget. I’m only older than mine by five months and he loves to say I robbed the cradle.

      • lol. This reminds me of a story… (or two)

        Around our 3rd year of marriage my husband worked for the government and someone in his office asked him how old he was. He told them 25. The person scoffed and asked again. DH repeated he was 25. This went on for about a week, until finally the person said, “You know, I can go check your personnel record.” DH said, “Fine, I’m 35.” A few months later, we were at a wedding for one of his work colleagues. I joined him at a table where he was chatting with people. A lady looked at me curiously until DH said, “Oh, this is my wife.” The colleague’s mouth dropped and she blurted, “Oh my god! Robbing the cradle or what!” I looked at her completely baffled and said, “But we’re only 16 months apart!” She remained completely confused for years. How old was the young wife? How old was he?

        Fast forward a few decades. We are at the hospital last January. I have a broken ankle and I am visiting the hospital for Xrays and an appointment with my orthopaedic surgeon. I am in a wheelchair. DH goes outside to get the car. I am waiting in the waiting area by the doors next to a senior man. A volunteer sits off to the side. I pull out a book and read. The old guy beside me says, “Your son’s here.” I ignore him because my son is 500 km away. He coughed and said more loudly, “Your son’s here in that cute little car!” and then he laughed. I DO have a cute car (green Beetle covered with flowers and butterflies) so I looked up. My husband had arrived. I looked at the old guy, realized what he said, then over to the volunteer as the implications hit me. I groaned, “My SON?! That’s my husband! SHOOT ME NOW!” I means seriously? Did I actually look 75?! That was a very traumatic day! The volunteer shrugged and the old guy didn’t meet my eyes as DH rolled me up to my car.

        That’s why the teller story recently was a relief!

  8. I first thought you to be 25. This is the sign of good balance, the plague of Internal Summer aside.

  9. topazo Says:

    The hot flushes well captured…

  10. The True Light! Says:

    Clever! Well written and planned out…


  11. Chagall Says:

    Sounds like a good time for a sno-cone maybe? πŸ™‚ Best – Chagall

  12. Joanne Corey Says:

    Reblogged this on Top of JC's Mind and commented:
    Sharing this poem by Shawn Bird, because a) a lot of the Northern Hemisphere is broiling hot right now and b) I know what hot flashes feel like.

  13. Mayur Indi Says:

    Well expressed the exact things going within. (y)

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