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
- Aix In Provence by Robert Browning
- Омар Хайям – Что плоть твоя, Хайям?
- Олег Григорьев – На боку кобура болталась
- Docker by Seamus Heaney
- Song from Aella by Thomas Chatterton
- Romantic Hour by Suuk Simon Subinimah
- Николай Заболоцкий – Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной
- Further Instructions poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Garden by Abraham Cowley
- Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep by William Shakespeare
- Виктор Шамонин-Версенев – Дед-разиня, хитрая лиса и глупый волк
- Альфред Теннисон – Королева мая
- Николай Тихонов – Другу
- When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
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).
