I have this thing where I sometimes wake up with poetry in my head. This was the one from this morning:
Awaken to the torment
Of 5am clarity.
Grey gloom,
Precious drizzle,
And Kurrawongs warbling
Like heartbroken angels.
Awaken to the torment
Of 5am clarity.
Grey gloom,
Precious drizzle,
And Kurrawongs warbling
Like heartbroken angels.
Warbling kurrawongs and heartbroken angels are on your mind quite a bit lately, hey?
ReplyDeleteI like it.
It was more that I woke up and thought that line needed some company. It seemed a bit pointless to make up a single line and just leave it to hang out by itself.
ReplyDeleteI would have preferred to have the urge later in the day though.
Glad you like it.
The first time I heard kurrawongs warbling I stopped in my tracks, was in Sydney too. It's an amazing sound when you've never heard it before.
ReplyDeleteAs for the kookaburra [is that the right spelling...?] Sounds like a market vendor.
Kurrawong song is actually very beautiful. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThe kookaburra is a dumb fuck who needs to shut the hell up.
I remember hearing a kookaburra for the first time. I kept thinking, "Who the hell is laughing at me? Who?" And looking around trees and bushes in Kuringai Park. Finally someone let me in on the beast.
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