Dawnings
Long sleep, short poem
By Nicholas Hooper
Hello
Here we go
Just awoke
from a good sleep
Dreams not too bad
a lot of mud, I remember.
And so down to the shed as
a blackbird sings. I wonder
if he thought I was late. I wonder
if he thought at all. Or just flew in a
low trajectory, cutting across my path
in a welcome of sleek brotherly feathers.
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper