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
- Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay
- In Honour of the City of London by William Dunbar
- Come not when I am dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Picking Cherries by Mike Yuan
- The Rendezvous
- Владимир Высоцкий – Марине
- The Floods by Rudyard Kipling
- With A Copy Of Shakespeares Sonnets On Leaving College
- Before The Game by Vasko Popa
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
- Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr by Robert Burns
- Olney Hymn 38: Looking Upwards In A Storm by William Cowper
- Николай Глазков – Пошел тропой
- On His Deceased Wife poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Сказка для шахтера-друга про шахтерки, чуни и каменный уголь
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).
