Dawnings
Waking lucky
By Nicholas Hooper
Waking lucky
Through crystal floors
And diamond ceiling
To old oak doors
Finding balance
In warm dry space
And gentle light
This is your place
Thinking careful
At old elm desk
Each word a step
Each line a risk
Of what? you ask
Of why and where?
Your every thought
A mote of care
You watch the clock
The words come slow
Where is your mind?
Where is the flow?
Perhaps it’s there
In hidden force
Just let it come
And find its course
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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