Music video: Alexi Murdoch’s lovely song ‘Orange Sky’ with my sunrise, sunset and moon photos.
http://sway2this.com/2011/12/13/alexi-murdoch-orange-sky/
Originally I posted it on sway2this.com, my photography blog – It’s also on YouTube.
a single egg fell
from the nest in the pine tree
doves in grey mourning
4/17/11
sometimes when I ride
i want to close my eyes and
let the horse rein me
4/19/11
having a kitten
means going through bandaids
like a house afire
4/20/11
on May twenty-first
at precisely twelve a.m.
rapturous moonrise
as the clouds were limned
just before the moon came up
i heard coyotes
5/21/11
4/8/11
now my sunrise year
of gray to crimson beauty
has come full circle
april to april
spring to spring, sunrise sunset
i’m the book between
4/3/11
remember april?
birth, death, anniversaries
unforgettable
house finches scolding
heavy cat kneading my arm
red deer in sunrise
3/29/11
the itinerant
doves of mourning have returned
for summer love songs
3/28/11
the lake is fierce
whipped tourquoise and aubergine
brave gulls time their dives
3/26/11
damn snow obscuring
stealthy black frozen puddle
ouch – i have fallen
…
hobbled by mishap
suddenly i see grey wings
northern harrier
3/25/11
sunrise slides northward
each day a bit farther left
Democratic sun
3/22/11
caked, stained tails and manes
the old grey mare turns to brown
mud season is here
…
they open the locks
far far north of here and the
lake level rises
…
vernal equinox
i feel a gut twinge, a cramp
like a teenaged girl
…
supermoon rises
in a cold clear sky
due east: proud blushed perigee
3/9/11
all careful plans have
larger forces at work, like
weather predictions
..
ladybug plays dead
good strategy, good for you
and good luck with that
..
cardinal treetop
bluejays in the apple trees
no bobolinks, yet
3/8/11
sugary branches
ice fog: what chilling god would
create such a thing?
2/28/11
february gasps
trees are figured in the rain
resolving details
My song, “April Fool” (from CD ‘Tell The Wind,’ produced by Rich DePaolo) with my own photos* and video —
*the CD cover image is by James Nelson (Getty Images).
My song, “Perfect Blue,” (from CD ‘Tell The Wind,’ produced by Rich DePaolo) with my photos:
More winter haikus on topics of love, travel, weather and the seduction of spring.
2/15/11
I betray winter
by beginning an affair
with a younger spring
1/16/11
kiss of winter dawn
leaves a rime on my chapped lips
empty calories
1/5/11
nineteen ninety-one
flashback to the new year’s eve
he didn’t kiss me
12/28/10
Irate woman rants
gate agent blamed for all problems
a day in the life
12/26/10
The wind knocks palm fronds
against the roof, mocking sleep
impossible rest
A deep winter song, for the longest nights, the coldest nights, when your breath opaques the air and the snow squeaks under your boots.
Video: When The Horses Start Singing
Lyrics:
On the coldest night of the year
Everything stops
No spin to the earth
No turn of the season
Words have no meaning
Black sky curves overhead
Inverse of snow
Sublime, absolute
We are mute with conviction
Then the horses start singing
We were waiting for the reset of time
We were waiting for this moment to arrive
We were waiting for it all to synchronize
On the coldest night of the year
when all the words fail
Our breath falls like diamonds
Language is silenced
When the horses start singing
We listen
The lake is freezing
seagulls float on mini bergs
crows stalk the shoreline
A half-grown cat’s tail
switches at the falling snow
winter under glass
Starlings tweak berries
from the tree’s winter fingers
oh, to fly as one
Here, invisible:
an eclipse eclipsed by clouds
better luck next time
Here is a song written recently, featuring water in 2 forms:
What I Am
I am a city of millions and millions of thoughts
Each one a snowflake in a storm of wars won and lost
Streets and boulevards, tunnels, alleys and towers
Neighborhoods, boroughs, parishes, heroes, and cowards
Here is the church of thinking
Here is the temple of drinking
Here is the grotto of loving
Like Venice, I’m sinking
into the sea
I am an ocean foundering drowning in wishes
Pooled ’round a melody I offer anemone kisses
Undersea mountains, canyons, shipwrecks, harpoons
Icebergs and gillnets, hurricanes, dead calm and whirlpools
Here is the current of yearning
Here is the riptide of turning
Here is the soft sand of landing
And oil rigs burning
All this is me
I am a phantom, a photograph, magnetic forces
A tracing of arteries, flock of birds, herd of wild horses
X-rays and gamma rays shot ’round a circular pattern
Throwing off photons, probing the essence of atoms
Here is the first explosion
Setting the universe in motion
Here is the very last lesson
To answer the question:
what will I be?
“Yard Sailing” is a song for autumn, written in 2001 in DADGAD. I recorded it in my living room on James Twomey’s DAT recorder with the fire crackling in the background.
Yard Sailing
© Patti Witten
School bus whistles down the road
Mommy waves goodbye
8 AM tomorrow
“Yard Sale,” reads the sign
Broken lamps and tired shoes
empty photo frames
magazines and diet books
hockey sticks, board games
(chorus)
Yard sailing
please, no early birds
final sale, no regrets
no refunds, no returns
Knotted afghans, old LPs
bottles of perfume
paperbacks with broken spines
curtain rods, old tools
(chorus)
(bridge)
Driving down the bargains
counting on the change
all the leaves are spinning gold
in every yard the same
Treasures lined up with the trash
beer steins with the grails
easy to set free the past
just set it out for sale
(chorus)
Sway To This : Patti Witten 