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A Poem By Gerald Alan Ney

Task & Purpose 10/26/2018
(See also Poet's Dilemma & Imperative
and Caedmon's Choice)

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

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-[See also  Poet's Dilemma & Imperative 11/08/2012
+== A Poem By <u>[[Gerald Alan Ney]]</u> ==
-           and Caedmon's Choice  06/25/2015]
+'''Task & Purpose''' 10/26/2018<Br>
+(See also '''[[Poet's Dilemma & Imperative]]'''<Br>
+and '''[[Caedmon's Choice]]''')<Br>
+<Br>
+I see the mountains,<Br>
+I see the sea,<Br>
+And sometimes<Br>
+Both together.<Br>
+~<Br>
+I've heard their voices<Br>
+and sung their songs;<Br>
+Noted their signs inscribed<Br>
+On Gaia's fluid face.<Br>
+~<Br>
+I could tell you<Br>
+What I was gifted,<Br>
+What I received<Br>
+Into my mind and heart,<Br>
+Soul and spirit.<Br>
+~<Br>
+But as our ears<Br>
+Are different,<Br>
+Unique;<Br>
+What you hear<Br>
+Will be measured, weighed,<Br>
+Sifted, filtered,<Br>
+By what you are.<Br>
+~<Br>
+And yet,<Br>
+Again the words<Br>
+Insistently call<Br>
+For impression to expression.<Br>
+~<Br>
+As they once did<Br>
+To Caedmon<Br>
+Of the dream song:<Br>
+"Sing me a song."<Br>
+~<Br>
+So I put voice to ink,<Br>
+and color to letters,<Br>
+A novice's crayola scrawls,<Br>
+And pray to strike and stroke<Br>
+A plangent chord<Br>
+To resonate<Br>
+On expectant strings<Br>
+Of someone's inner harp.<Br>
-I see the mountains,
+--<Br>
-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
+**[[Gerald Alan Ney]]
-For impression to expression.
+[[Category:Is-Poem]][[Category:By-Gerald_Alan_Ney]]
-~
-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