Tonight I'd like to welcome DC poet Dee Scribes to The Song Is... I feel as though I should have posted her work this morning as it is very much of that part of the day as opposed to the night time. However, Dee's work will stay with you until the morning.
Greetings of new mercies inhaled through the nostrils of ticking moments that curse modern sun dials.
of frequencies that pattern a mind at peace. Gone are worries of yesterday; available are only the exits from corners she painted herself in with perception, exits that lead to where she can be enveloped
to move forward beyond the pains of empty wishes to be treated better than how she perceives she looks – average.
feet solidly placed to support limbs to stand strongly on a foundation usually weakened by cynicism.
For the first time in the longest time, she can envision what tomorrow could be filled with, confidence, progress, and self-awareness. There can be freedom--an idea that has consistently eluded her
but today paul's epistle gave flame to a flicker burning in her mind to change direction, Romans 12:2 at its pinnacle.
slowly unbends her mind from around ubiquitous trends, and straightens like a two edged sword that cuts deep, deep, deep into flesh until it tears muscles from cartilage, cartilage from joints, joints from bones until there is nothing left but bare bones....optimal for a resurrection; something must die in order for it to live again.
who protects her dreams like new born cubs. Her self-image will be intrinsic......Aaaaahhhhhhhh, it's a new day....the spirit of fear, fears her power now permeating through her skin designed for protection.
but handcrafted from Adams rib... valuable still...there's nothing weak about her choosing submission,
but there’s wisdom in a circumstance to know when. The glossy table of contents is not filled with her bio or glimpses of her stills,
Destiny is the griot who whispers in her ear to remind her that every stumble, every friend, every foe, every argument, every trial, every smile, every challenge works together for the good,
anything outside of destiny convey a story that’s already been written in the scriptures, he knows the plans, to prosper, not to harm, to give a hope and a future.
how can she fail?--- there it is---freedom. No medium can bind her, no blue bird can tweet worldview falsities
because she’s already folgers, filled to the brim with who God says she is. Now she starts living in that truth...and that's when she became me.
I've posted Ahmad Jamal's "Saturday Morning," but here is a live version with Wynton Marsalis: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_VCz8-AHpc
Did I post "The Awakening"?
On the other hand, Eddie Palmieri's "In Flight" always wakes me up.
I want to conclude with two pieces by Donal Fox, a pianist whom my husband and I heard at the beginning of the summer.
Here is his version of Monk's "Ugly Beauty":
Fox is also known for his performance of classical music, so I am posting his version of J.S. Bach's "Two-Part Invention in F-Major"...with a little something extra:
In the meantime, have a safe Fourth (if you are American), and be sure to vote in the In Mourning and Memory contest: