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How tempting it is to seek a
masterpiece
with every stroke of the pen.
Let it go - there's no need
to win a Pulitzer tonight
because the truth will still
be there in the morning.
Even if you haven't found it
yet
even if you've given up and
gone to bed
it will hover like the firefly
that appears
when you glance sideways at
the dark night sky.
This thing called truth or poetry
has a mind of its own.
When you finally let go of the
search
then pop
it appears before you on the
page.
Even now you can sense you got
anxious again
and tried to grab it with your
pen;
it slipped away, leaving just
a faint hint
to keep you on the trail.
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"FIREFLY"
Artist: Barbara Burhart
Poem
I often need to clear the inner cobwebs when I sit down to write. Into
my journal I spill out all the niggling worries and distractions I carry.
This emptying helps me open, as a vessel. Once I'm quieter, the core of
a poem often comes quickly, of whole cloth. Sometimes a particular image,
a feeling or memory, will trigger the process. "Firefly," for
example, came to me in a quick burst.
Once I start I keep my pen on the paper until all the words pass through
me and onto the page. Later I pare down, polishing the poem until it captures
what I want to express. "To the Artist Within" was inspired by
watching leaves fall to the ground on a cold morning in late winter. It
underwent many revisions, and may yet change again!
Writing helps me stay connected to myself. When a piece captures my truth,
I feel exhilarated and awed. I am having a conversation with the sacred
aspect of my being, and I feel grateful for the moment of connection. |
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BARBARA BURKART
Autobiographical statement
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The year I turned forty, my life began to change.
I realized I had been choosing work I could succeed in, not work that connected
to my deeper dreams. I joined a local writing workshop and the NEATI certificate
program to find my authentic voice, and through that, a new vision. Since
then I have written poetry, essays and columns, done some free-lance editing,
filled many journal binders, and led several writing workshops. I have recently
decided to work with both individuals and groups using writing, art, and
ritual, as well as traditional counseling, to help others open to magic
and heal the broken places. I am now researching graduate programs that
will lead me there.
I live in Amherst with my husband Michael, our children Karen and E.
Isaac, and puppy Theo (who rightfully considers us members of his pack).
Also active in community service, I currently serve as president of our
synagogue. |