House of Pain by Maria Fokas
In the house of pain the music plays softly.
There are books scattered in every corner of each room.
The lights are always dimmed but the scented candles never lit.
There is writing on the walls: Beware things could be Worse –
In the house of pain no one complains about silly things like the taste of food.
A stormy day is one when we do not listen,
The hour of fun is one when we do not speak.
In the house of pain there are no cries in the middle of the night –
No one gets down on their knees and we all forgive our enemies.
In the house of pain we have many visitors but no one stays too long –
But there was one I recall; he said,
“Let me in, and kiss me” – And he stayed for the whole day.
© Maria Fokas 2014 /All Rights Reserved
Luve-Knots 
Simple words, well crafted to convey a very profound message…
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You Know Nihar, I can get used to your beautiful comments – thank you 🙂
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I am enjoying your posts!!!
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This tale is a curse of mine for the wicked not the frail.
Pain paints a new reality in contemporary lines very modern by design.
The treachery universe the phrases of a sacred curse
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immensely effective words Terry!
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Line’s of my next work in pain
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Pain it’s the artistry of a poet’s start
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Thank you Terry!
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I don’t know much about poetry, but you made this so easy to get right inside and in between the words. I am able to feel and taste each word, well written. Thanks!
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thank you for your generous words and precious time x
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Pain is the poet’s artistry.
It paints the picture
Pains, Artistry of the poet’s
seasonal time pain paints a new reality.
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thank you for your comment Terry! x
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