An old electric cable
Hanging on by a thread

Snapped away by a strong wind
Left my breaker box dead

There are no light bulbs burning
Nor faint rumblings and hums

All my smart little gadgets
Now lie silent and dumb

With my coffee pot useless
And my fridge like a tomb

I’m left to cooking on gas
What I mix with a spoon

I can’t check in on Facebook
Or catch up on the news

So with few other options
I just sit here and muse

How a swift blast of nature
Still disrupts the routine

Of our civilization
In two thousand thirteen

My focus as a photographer and digital artist ranges from traditional photography to PhotoArt compilation and the less explored world of abstract design created with natural elements such as smoke, oil and water.

Copyright © Richard G Witham


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  • Richard G Witham
    Richard G Withamalmost 2 years ago

    An old electric cable
    Hanging on by a thread

    Snapped away by a strong wind
    Left my breaker box dead

    There are no light bulbs burning
    Nor faint rumblings and hums

    All my smart little gadgets
    Now lie silent and dumb

    With my coffee pot useless
    And my fridge like a tomb

    I’m left to cooking on gas
    What I mix with a spoon

    I can’t check in on Facebook
    Or catch up on the news

    So with few other options
    I just sit here and muse

    How a swift blast of nature
    Still disrupts the routine

    Of our civilization
    In two thousand thirteen

  • George Petrovsky
    George Petrovskyalmost 2 years ago

    The wind has stopped blowing,
    so the turbine’s becalmed
    and not charging the batteries
    - but don’t be alarmed!

    In the morning, with sunrise,
    solar panels may charge…
    but the clouds are approaching,
    all so dark and so large.

    With the house now abandoned,
    you retreat to your cave.
    Try to find some dry timber –
    situation is grave!

    All your matches are damp too,
    so you can’t strike a light.
    Now, it’s back to the flintstones -
    much to greenies’ delight!

    :) george

  • Woohooo! We’re really rolling George. Thanks for joining in, and I love that last line :-)

    – Richard G Witham

  • Krys Bailey
    Krys Baileyalmost 2 years ago

    Such is the delicate balance of our lives these days…. great lines (pardon the pun) and photo, Richard! ;o)

  • Thanks Krys, I like a good pun now and then :-)

    – Richard G Witham

  • LindaR
    LindaRalmost 2 years ago

    nothing like mother nature reminding us she is in charge! ~pardon the pun ~ I find when she’s tossed us into the “dark” the “light goes on” for me, reminding me if the beauty of candlelight, being together and the fun of turning off and turning on to old school board games, guitar and songs, good books and quiet time…xxx

  • Ah yes, good memories of power outages and enjoying forced family time. Thanks again for your great comments Linda :-)

    – Richard G Witham

  • Elizabeth Bravo
    Elizabeth Bravoalmost 2 years ago

    I love your poem Richard…..so a-musing…..and yes it is a wonder how things are not all up in space where the wind and weather can’t touch it. But alas….those lines are still a big part of the thing that holds us all together….lol. This looks really cool.

  • Thanks Elizabeth. This was fun. I enjoyed playing around with the textures and mixing hard left brain textures with a touch of right brain whimsy :-)

    – Richard G Witham

  • Guendalyn
    Guendalynalmost 2 years ago

    THIS IS WONDERFUL!

  • Grazie ancora Guendalyn

    – Richard G Witham

  • Kathilee
    Kathileealmost 2 years ago

    Wonderful musings and imagery to match . . .

  • Thank you Kathilee :-)

    – Richard G Witham

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