The literary home of Rhonda Parsons—mindfulness, meaning, and the art of quiet storytelling.

Van Gogh,
Van Gogh, you’re amazing with a brush
My soul dances when I look at Starry Night
Bright colors
swirling strokes
beautiful halos of light
make a lasting Impression
Out from our houses we come
to Be
stars in the Heavens of Understanding
Vincent, did you know your oils
wake the sleepwalker;
align earth and axis?
I feel it under my feet
When I look at Starry Night
I am Starry Night

An excerpt.
Grace is the breeze from the sweltering heat
love is rain seeping through cracked soil
But you’re wilting in the sun, petals’ losing color
because you’re not rooted to common ground
Heartache, struggle, striving, yearning to be,
Spirit, better life, better world
these elements make the human garden grow
Stop,
blocking the sun saying yea and nay
without the inner search
Stop,
tumbling from heavens embrace
labeling things good and bad
don’t you know, it just isn’t so?
When it seems too much
Remember: There’s a lotus in the mud
and roses among the thorns

Slip knot, yarn over
stitch the ch of humanity
heart and soul
Oh, how I love the graceful twirl
of hook and yarn in the hands
fingers
wrists
flowing synchronistically
and for st(s) in time
pattern of thought is aligned with Pattern
and the world’s variegated yarn
wrapped around loving fingers
In this interview, Rhonda Parsons opens up about her writing journey, creative process, and the inspiration behind her stories. Discover how she turned her passion into purpose, overcame challenges, and continues to inspire readers around the world.
If these poems touched something true in you, you’re welcome to reach out. I read every message with care —slowly, humanly, with the same tenderness I bring to my work.
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