Telescope
by Mark R Slaughter
Why?
Frozen fingers fiddled on the focus
Dew dripped
Dark hindered
Constellations laughed –
Not least that I was daft –
And made me wonder:
“Why?”
As nostrils dripped, charts rung damp,
I tripped across the tripod,
Swore – either that or cry!
You’d HAVE to question:
“Why?”
The once-hot chocolate lost its charm,
I dropped an eyepiece,
Scratched a filter,
Neighbours’ lights were off and on
And on and off, to goad a sigh;
I’m asking loudly:
“Why?”
And then I found it –
O! the view; behold! the need for depth of night! –
These beauteous heavens out of sight
From straining naked eyes.
Imagination fires a flame –
Sanity free of any blame –
This childish verve to never tame:
My telescope is not a game –
It answers all the “Why’s?”
Copyright ©: Mark R Slaughter
End of the poem
15 random poems
- No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest by Mary Gilmore
- Magdalen poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Birthday Love Song by Miraj Patel
- The Sirens’ Song by William Browne
- An Autumn Homily poem – Alfred Austin
- Changing Of The Seasons by Shel Silverstein
- In Tempore Senectutis poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: Highland Harry Back Again:
- Do Not Accept by Yehuda Amichai
- The Night poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher by Walter Savage Landor
- Oh, when I was in love with you poem – A. E. Housman
- Casualty by Winifred Mary Letts
- Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows by Sylvia Plath
- The Neäme Letters by William Barnes
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
