Circle of Love

poems by
Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

ISBN 13: 978-1-59948-206-4
52 pages, $8

 

About the Author / Samples


About the Author

 

Alice Burt’s first book of poems, Daydreams, has been enjoyed by many readers and was selected by a bookclub, some of whose members were surprised to find they liked “a poetry book!”

Of Swedish descent, Alice was educated in the Boston area, has lived on Cape Cod and in Europe, and in Phoenix for forty years. She now resides in Charlotte, North Carolina, close to her children and grandchildren.

Though each day she faces the challenges of Parkinson’s disease, Alice speaks kindly, smiles often, and brightens the day for those around her. She is a resident at Sunrise Assisted Living where she founded the Wednesday Morning Poetry Group.

On Monday mornings she goes on her favorite outing: to Creative Writing Class. The class recently published a much-praised book-length collection of their writings called Monday Mornings (Lawing, Editor). DAYDREAMS ALICE


 

Samples

 

Substitute

There is no substitute for
caring, genuinely caring
for each other, as members
of the human race.

There is no substitute for
undivided attention,
best gift anyone
can give or receive.

Material things cannot
substitute for such
abstracts as love
and harmony.

 

 

It All Depends On You

There’s a check and a balance
In everything you do
A debit and a credit
It all depends on you

You invest your life and time
In what’s worthwhile to you
Importance of priorities
Is a point of view

If you sink in self-pity
Forget your sisters and brothers
You add to your burdens
Increase your unhappiness

Look around – lend a hand
Try to cooperate
Life will be finer
Your sorrow will abate

There’s a check and a balance
In everything you do
A debit and a credit
It all depends on you

 

 

Transcend

Losing control is not the end
Nor the message I wish to send
Each day a start, a new beginning
A challenge for thanks and giving
When everyone smiles and I, I cry
Don’t roll your eyes wondering why
Be patient while love tries to please
Love will always transcend disease

 

 

When We Meet

Sweet Tuesday marks a special time
when words become bouquets tied
with ribbons, bright or blue, some
from yesterday when we were pivots
in a wheel that rolled relentlessly.

Today our world turns slowly
while silence is a measure
of those unsaid thoughts between us
and time is a golden treasure.

 

 

Little Boy Running

Little boy running, laughing at play
Hiding in a tree house far away.
Racing the wind, jumping high
Climbing branches to reach the sky.
Always in a hurry, moving fast
First in line, never last.

Little boy so busy with things to do
Sunshine and laughter cling to you.
Stop a minute, smile for me.
You are my music, my poetry.