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
- The Metropolitan Tower by Sara Teasdale
- Аля Кудряшева – Ходят катера по Малой Невке
- Hyperion. Book II poem – John Keats poems
- Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold poem – Alexander Pope
- Михаил Лермонтов – Чаша жизни
- Firesong by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: I Gaed A Waefu’ Gate Yestreen:
- The Sun Was Slumbering in the West by Thomas Hood
- To Some Ladies poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Берггольц – 27 января 1945 года
- Огюст Барбье – Джульетта милая
- Федор Сологуб – Лесная тропа
- The Water-Nymph poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Николай Карамзин – Прости
- CLAUDIAN’S OLD MAN OF VERONA by Abraham Cowley
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).
