The purple flower smiled up at me. Looking down at the flower I knew it had only recently bloomed into existence, so new to life. I held its delicate petal with a few of my callused fingers, so gentle, so soft and welcoming to the touch. The universe creates such beauty to be observed, to […]
Tag: Poetry
Down By the River
Down By the River Some of the most beautiful moments of my life have been with my dog, down by the river. The lush green grass grown so high. The trees would sing their song to us, as we sat with each other. Doing nothing that would be worthy of praise, or notoriety. Just sitting. […]
Polarity – A Short Story by M L Wood
The wind blew softly against Nick’s face as he blinked himself into awareness. He rolled out his fingers and felt the dewy grass warm against his hands, realizing he was laying down. Water flowed by him and the sound felt comforting, like a song he was meant to hear. He began to stand up slowly […]
Journey
Go on a journey through yourself. For that is the only and if we are honest, ultimate journey there ever is. Take your hands off the wheel and smile into the face of chaos. You may just enjoy yourself. – M L Wood
Could We Find Ourselves With a 15 Hour Work Week?
Oscar Wilde once said, “Work is the refuge for people who have nothing better to do.” This comment got me thinking about our current societies (Western ones), where we glorify how long we work per week or the type of work we do is seen as some sort of badge of honour and a big […]
Life
Ask yourself, what have I done with my life? what have I achieved or changed or contributed to. I have noticed most people who have reached a certain age, have no proof they have lived a long life other than the age on their passport. M L Wood
The Blessing of Language
The gift of language is both a blessing and a curse. How perverse it is to behold the beauty of expressing love and joy, whilst on the other hand suffering through the pain of negative self talk. – M L Wood
What Are Dreams? They May Be More Real Than You Think.
The world was dark. That was until the man opened his eyes. He opens his eyes and feels the world around him before anything else. What are these colors? he thinks to himself. He moves to get up, or tries to, before looking down. His eyes finally catch up with the rest of his senses. […]
2019 In Words – M L Wood
Here are some prose and poems of mine from 2019. “How bewildering it is to look into your own eyes and see such sorrow.” “She loves the simplest things in life. Freshly bloomed flowers and the sound of rain on her roof at night. Yet, she chose me, a broken thing.” “I […]
