Worry

 

 

Worry...my poor old skull is full of worry.

The Phone - a poem about noise

The Phone By Paul Howlett

 

 Alexander Graham Bell

Invented an instrument

That gives some folk hell

It rings and it dings

Makes many a sound

Through cable and air

Doesn’t matter who’s there

We hear it in the office

 We hear it at home

With cell phones galore

Or mobiles at large

Noise of their chatter

Leaves no one alone

We hear them on TV

And reach for the phone

No wait, that’s the actor

Who’s talking alone

Now with computers

Satellites and all

Phones now rule

The whole damn world!

Troubled Waters - an abstract

 

 

This abstract reflected how I felt at the time. 

 

Flood and water have changed our lives forever and that is  really sad!!

Fingers - somewhat bent

These fingers have moved through a different plane.

Is it water?  Is it another dimension?

Or just a bit of fun?

Shane in Winter - an abstract look

 

This absract painting of Shane shows him in his winter gear all rugged up nice and warm.

 

 

The winters in Wisconsin can really get cold, and snow can last well into spring, but thankfully not this year!