‘Metaphysical Mortar’ and Other Poetry by Neal Dachstadter The Society March 22, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Ekphrastic, Poetry 4 Comments Metaphysical Mortar Between the cobalt and the blue Glean gestalt and sum of true All and each be more than six Wall and reach be more than bricks Photo by A Sclamberg & H Hall Tahoe Navy, cobalt, slate of blue, Bright and white and cold of hue, Bold of ice and snow and cloud, Grim of nimbus, grey and proud. Brim of depth and inland sea, Smile of grim, on strand of thee, Free of crave we tread thy strand, Enclave, Sea of God and Man. Photo by Jim Hays Neal Dachstadter is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses cobal blue March 23, 2016 these poems seem to exemplify the highest order of cadence, I felt my whole inner being marching to the rhythm Reply Al March 24, 2016 Much appreciated Cobal. Professor Michelle said I was hard wired to meter and rhyme since my mother read Longfellow & my father read Kipling and Service when I was 4. Thanks again, really glad you got into the words. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie March 25, 2016 Yes, there is no denying the cadence, accomplished in so short a verse form. Quite the affair. But even beyond the technical purity, so very welcome in our day, is the depth of contemplation in couplets like “Free of crave we tread thy strand, Enclave, Sea of God and Man.” Reply Neal March 31, 2016 Thanks Mr MacKenzie for the read and for the thoughtful remarks, thanks very much. Leave a Reply to cobal blue Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.