Author: Maria Fokas: Poetry & Flash Fiction Writer

Poetry & Flash Fiction Writer: A Lover of People & Story & Passion & Music

Reflections of Time


Reflections of Time by Maria Fokas

Strangers crossing paths; do not stop but for a glance.

Like morning to dawn with the turning of time.

And the winds caressing days, will dance;

to the ticking of a heart flying high –

 . . .

But do not mis-take my love;

There is no sadness in my sigh;

It is that I miss you so,

When we say goodbye.

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When You Are Old


 

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Photograph Credits: Unknown

 

 

 

Suspended


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Suspended

Sweet scented air,

In that flawless darkness.

Forever blazing wild;

Across the marauder sky.

A pulse in the break of quiet,

Of summer sadness hum.

Sweet scented air,

Between the folds of game.

Cities with dimmed lights,

Fading away.

Sweet scented air,

In my suspended hour.

Photo by: light-in-the-darkness | Source of Inspiration

An Emerald Wish


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An Emerald Wish

Find that picture you once took . . . the one which captured a moment that seemed like any other, at the time. But looking back, you know better now. That picture which hides a gemstone that would take a thousand words to share; the one so special, you don’t dare give away. I can’t recall the exact wording of my wish that day, but who took me there, I will never forget;

Oh, that emerald field of magical whispers.

©  All Rights Reserved: Photography by mariafokas

Simple Things


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Simple Things by Maria Fokas

Precious things to hold onto;

Moments we have loved.

With time still left,

To love some more.

A day, a decade, hopefully two,

And wishing for more.

Soaring through life for the simple things,

Thankful each day for your generosity.

Oh my love; now I see,

That in the river of dreams,

A taste of cloves, and lemon drops,

Is all I’ll ever need.

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Through the Breaking


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Through the Breaking 

She stood between the cracks,

As far as she could see;

A grace,

whistling out of reach.

Those beautiful clouds,

Could make any mess disappear. . .

 

© Maria Fokas/July 24th 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved

 

The Chords of my Heart


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The Chords of my Heart

From the back roads of my mind;

You tempt my heart to dance again.

You smiled, and said hello,

In the middle of nowhere.

And between the dark and the light,

The warmth of your touch –

Everything you are is new to me;

One more time;

The chords of my heart whisper.

Oh those blue eyes;

Hope in a starry night.

 

– Artwork: Henry Asencio

 

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