Task & Purpose

[See also  Poet's Dilemma & Imperative 11/08/2012

          and Caedmon's Choice  06/25/2015]

[See also  Poet's Dilemma & Imperative 11/08/2012            and Caedmon's Choice  06/25/2015]

I see the mountains, I see the sea, And sometimes Both together. ~ I've heard their voices and sung their songs; Noted their signs inscribed On Gaia's fluid face. ~ I could tell you What I was gifted, What I received Into my mind and heart, Soul and spirit. ~ But as our ears Are different, Unique; What you hear Will be measured, weighed, Sifted, filtered, By what you are. ~ And yet, Again the words

Insistently call For impression to expression. ~ As they once did To Caedmon Of the dream song: "Sing me a song." ~ So I put voice to ink, and color to letters, A novice's crayola scrawls, And pray to strike and stroke A plangent chord To resonate On expectant strings Of someone's inner harp.

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Gerald Alan Ney