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
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- I shall not be a shame by Torm Gardson
- Джон Донн – Ничто
- The gypsy song by Sunil Sharma
- On Certain Ladies poem – Alexander Pope
- Олег Григорьев – Увязался М. за Ж.
- Flower by Rabindranath Tagore
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- The Revenge; A Ballad of the Fleet poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns
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- Parliament Hill Fields by Sylvia Plath
- The Brothers by William Wordsworth
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).
