Hi Friends, My mind isn't always as glib as I'd like it to be, but every now and then, I get a nice trickle of thoughts that actually conveys what I'd like it to say. I haven't posted any paintings in a while, but I will soon! For now, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the next few poems I post. This first poem is inspired by a National Geographic article on vanishing languages. One part of the article described a man who was literally the last speaker of his language. http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/07/vanishing-languages/rymer-text There was such an exquisite sadness to this thought, of being the only one left to speak your mother tongue, not to be able to communicate in the language you learned the world in. Thus, this poem: ~Last Speaker of My Language~ It is far too quiet now In my prairie home I wander between hand-built houses Remembering the laughter of so many lives. Little pursuits carry so much Mean
A place to lay my thoughts through art and word