THE RHYTHM OF INCANDESCENCE
Staring at the campfire
he saw an image
therein.
A figure that appeared
to be dancing
in celebration.
Swaying to a beat
the rhythm of
incandescence.
He wasn’t quite sure if
it was real or just
the magic mushrooms.
Regardless life is both
a celebration and
a hallucination.
That’s poetry he thought
finding signs of life
in the fire.
Seeing the unseen
celebrating and
hallucinating.
WONDER
Often wonder why people don’t
spend more time wondering
our world is full of wonder
the seas, mountains, deserts
fields full of wonder
wonder everywhere I look
wonder in everything I see
wonderful people doing
wonderful things
wonder in the eyes of a child
wonderful tastes
wonderful sounds
wonderful feelings
words full of wondrous ideas
upon a planet drenched in wonder
wondering is the means
to a wonderful life.
NUCLEAR CODES
Ego
inevitably
destroys everything
it comes into contact with.
No
thing
really matters
when everything does.
Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and man who
knows enough to know he doesn’t know much at all. Google ‘scott kaestner
poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings.
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