Paths I have walked, literally, as I have explored the countryside around me from the time I could walk, and figuratively, as I walk through life.
I was first inspired by the beauty of the local landscapes of Carnegie and the trails and byways along the Chartiers Creek and throughout the Chartiers Valley, paths I’ve been walking since I began to walk. Those paths led me away to learn new things, and led me back, to interpret what I’ve found.
My biggest inspiration for poetry, prose and artwork is still the world right around me, and I enjoy the opportunity to share it from the perspective of one who walks and hikes and bikes and carries a camera, art materials and journal everywhere—even around the house—so the inspirations are fresh.
The familiarity of weather and structure and cultural habit are a starting point, a base to build upon as I walk other paths while building my stories.
Oh, I can’t stop looking at all the feverfew in my garden, I just keep running from one cluster to another those tiny perfect daisies in umbels as if floating without stems on waves of bright green leaves the dots of dew flashing, sparkling in the day’s new sun just arrived over the horizon its …
My father and I were in the kitchen of the house where I grew up one morning in 1987, having a nice conversation. This was not a typical event because I’d never had a substantial conversation with my father before that, nothing more than one-word answers or brief sentences. I don’t remember exactly what we …
Warm yellow sunlight deep green shadows, light soft breeze moves, sweet June morning. poem copyright © Bernadette E. Kazmarski A little haiku for a June morning.
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