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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Старательская
- The Road That Runs Beside The River by Thomas Lux
- The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks by William Wordsworth
- To George Felton Mathew poem – John Keats poems
- Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope
- Autumn Song by W H Auden
- Death of the Legend by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Гумилев – Когда спокойно так и равнодушно мы
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- Avenue In Savernake Forest by William Lisle Bowles
- Виктор Кудлачев – Весна
- Николай Огарев – Выпьем, что ли, Ваня
- Ecco Mormorar L’onde (Now The Waves Murmur) by Torquato Tasso
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).
