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
- Listening to the moon by Yosa Buson
- Владимир Маяковский – Старый мотив (РОСТА №137)
- The Rhyme of the Three Sealers by Rudyard Kipling
- The Wistful Lady by Thomas Hardy
- Ballade Of The Southern Cross poem – Andrew Lang poems
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- at_the_zoo.html
- A Snowy Night by William Barnes
- Николай Гумилев – Как труп, бессилен небосклон
- In the Forest of Life by Mike Yuan
- The Swarm by Sylvia Plath
- 100,000 Pennies by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихи из предсмертной записки
- At Night poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Mother by Sachin Yadav (Pen Name: Rahul Nachhiketa)
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).
