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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- Robert Burns: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water: To the noble Duke of Athole.
- Ольга Берггольц – И вновь одна, совсем одна в дорогу
- Владимир Британишский – Ты шепчешь мне
- The Reformers by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ad-Dressing Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
- Year’s End by Marilyn Hacker
- Couplet 4 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- All In A Word
- Riding Together by William Morris
- Николай Карамзин – Из мелодрамы Петр Великий (Жил был в свете добрый царь)
- Владимир Набоков – О чем я думаю
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).
