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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
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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.
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Alec Ream is a writer living in Virginia. His poetic work and creative fiction have been widely published. A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at UGA, he wrote on Lookout Mountain, and continued to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon HQ. He was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor in 2008. Recently, his poem Green Fire was read at the Washington Literary Society & Debating Union at UVA.
these poems seem to exemplify the highest order of cadence, I felt my whole inner being marching to the rhythm
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.
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.”
Thanks Mr MacKenzie for the read and for the thoughtful remarks, thanks very much.