Observe the endless human race
Tumbling forth through vigilant space
A circular track
Always takes us back
Karmas prophetic fact
Here prose and penalties persist
Carving the consciousness within, we exist
Wyle away the hours
Dreaming for a life
Brimming with purpose
Devoid of strife, while
Stoic sarcophagus
Silently storms
Clear acid rain
Converts succulent norm
©Holly A. Parsons 2011


Dear Poet, I just visited your website and go through it by reading your poetry. I love the images that you paint with your words and I am so impressed by your mastery of images and the way you evoke so many deep thoughts and feelings. It was a pleasure to meet you and talk to you last night. I wish you all the best