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
- Extempore in the Court of Session by Robert Burns
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о штангисте
- Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- In torque by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Memory by William Browne
- ‘Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love by William Wordsworth
- Summa poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Небесная Севилья
- A Prayer On Going Into My House by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Рассказ о Климе, купившем заем, и Прове, не подумавшем о счастье своем
- Огюст Барбье – Эпилог
- Buddies by Richard Schiffman
- Twas’ the Night Before Christmas and Santa got Drunk by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- The Perch by Seamus Heaney
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).
