for girls who must.


Swimming up to awake I know
I must not move one iota.
After seven years it is in my nature.
Not one eyelid or lash decrees
My awake state until I detect by
Miniscule degrees of surreptitious
Peeping I am safe to breathe in in
Preparation of the onslaught to come.

Madrugada moments tick by.
I decide to flick a finger or sigh and
Fail to shudder with grins.

The onslaught begins.
Yet some madrugadas show me how
Moments sometimes have merit.
The half light at times makes
Me clumsy with my language...
So I purrr at the thing and take
To the wing and butterfly stroke away
Like a heretic into the wrong bidden breeze.

Standing at a window not moving
One iota I expect the rest of the day
To become a moveable feast...
What dawns will always spur us to
Somehow marginally dust off
The unmoving madrugada.
And the agenda.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-07 at 02:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I forced myself to sit still and read this twice, first for meaning, second for sound. I liked it...more than an iota.

Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderfully dimensional.Your words have taken on a life of their own. They're not just descriptive, they exist.
Each time I read this poem it's as if I'm meeting someone new.

Just love that first line, this I feel is one of your best and another excellent line is "like a heretic into the wrong bidden breeze." You most definitely must!

Brian Oarr
It is from the hours before dawn that great writing like this emerge from the half state between dreams and conscious thought, between yesterday and tomorrow, when only now is today.

Your poetry is at high tide of late, Linda, the piece but an example. clearly, you purred at just the right vibration in writing such a marvelous poem.