Dawnings
Wet
By Nicholas Hooper
wet world
unfurled
as I rise
water
drips down
from the skies
dark world
rich world
full of food
water
soaking
into wood
grey sky
says now
damp earth be
good land
kind land
for my tree
feeling
past now
so I know
lost days
full times
in home’s glow
try to
feel that
rich warm place
where my
shelter
was my space
inside
in warm
on soft floor
playing
singing
close that door
keep safe
keep quiet
in your den
home in
home now
Harpenden
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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