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
- Terminal by Sylvia Plath
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заказал я два коктейля
- Ludwig Von Beethoven’s Return To Vienna by Rita Dove
- Алексей Толстой – Уж ты нива моя, нивушка
- Аля Кудряшева – Слишком уж зол ветер
- The Mystic Isle by Rainbow Reed
- Bare Tongue by Satish Verma
- Михаил Кузмин – Утро (Звезды побледнели)
- Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
- Robert Burns: By Allan Stream:
- Poetic Vision – Heaven’s Door
- Verses On A Young Lady (playing harpsichord, and singing) by Tobias Smollett
- Grace before and after Meat by Robert Burns
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).
