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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давно, в эпоху мрачного язычества
- Иван Варавва – Кубань
- Wold Friends A-Met by William Barnes
- Владимир Корнилов – АЯМ
- Олег Бундур – Колыбельная для мамы
- Prayer For Lightning poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The House Of Dreams by Sara Teasdale
- Омар Хайям – Куда уйти от пламенных страстей
- Conversation
- Gray Room by Wallace Stevens
- Алексей Жемчужников – Почему
- Илона Грошева – Мечтается Алине
- The Mob
- Bonnie Lesley by Robert Burns
- In The Arc Of Your Mallet by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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).
