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
- The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб жизнь трудовую наладить заново
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Не касайся моих чертежей
- Spring Thing by Paul Blackburn
- The Ravaged Face by Sylvia Plath
- The Scarecrow by Ross D Tyler
- The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Perseus by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Языков – Пловец (Воют волны, скачут волны)
- Владимир Корнилов – Платформа 126-го км
- Robert Burns: The Parting Kiss:
- Sonnet 23 poem – John Milton poems
- Now, What is Poetry? poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- Avec seulement du noir by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Николай Тихонов – Длинный путь
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).
