Free Verse – Poetry Prose



Obscurity by Maria Fokas

A warm smile for me, before he got up, out of that old familiar wooden chair.

Could he be feeling the change too?

No matter what happened; when that day came, I would leave, and he would eventually forget. I had seen the signs before, though this time, the illusion of forgiveness was not mentioned; or that aching pain of expectations. I wondered, did he ever have any?

Oh, who was I kidding, he was going to pretend he had none, just like I always did. We both knew that expectations always lurked in the background; we had many a late night talks about the consequences of misleading intentions; talks that took to the early mist of dawn.  

He turned to me, another smile; there it is: he’s going to try and change me. It will happen, bit by bit, with his subtle word games. He’s going to promise me a better life, and I know what will happen in the end; A broken heart!

We will abruptly go our separate ways, and end up in each other’s past; And on odd days wonder.

But what if I’m wrong . . . what if he stays?  It would be an amazing thing; if we could both want that.

And then that sweet smile again,

With a black cup of coffee in one hand and a steaming slice of apple pie in the other, he fought his way back, through the chaos of uncertainty.



© Photograph by Maria Fokas /All Rights Reserved –







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.





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


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

mariafokas bird 2

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,

In the river of dreams,

A taste of cloves, and lemon drops,

Is all I’ll ever need.

©All Rights Reserved – Photography by

Through the Breaking

Malahide Castle


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 24, 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved


The Chords of my Heart

Henry Asencio 1972 - Ameican Abstract Expressionists painter - Tutt'Art@ - (3)

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


Compassion for Time

Compassion for Time

Compassion for Time 

The limitations of compassion,

Let me keep my heart intact.

I have touched your madness,

The curiosity for moments I cared;

But . . .

Those words made of ink,

 Will always be dark.

And words from whispers,

 Which come from the heart,

 Will always love.

All the struggles to survive;

In the distance between us -

But that bright light hiding within;

Never left your side -

So if you ever think back,

And for a split moment sigh;

Do not think twice, 

For you did not offend me.

It was our love which was sacrificed; 

Not us -

Nothing I felt was ever your fault; 

The waves do tend to lure.

Oh those experts full of words of wisdom;

Twist and turn the truths of time.

Respect the past, present, and what is to come.

For every moment is precious; may it be love or pain.

The past; compassion while we walk through thorns of time.

The present; for respect of the story we have yet to find.

The future; to keep hope alive for the moments we dare.

Strength and weakness go hand in hand.

Far from perfect; in the end.

For every day we change;

 But some things,

  I wish stayed the same -

© All Rights Reserved – Photograph: Maria Fokas

Must We Part?

St Stephan Park Dublin

Must We Part? 

Sunset lingered behind the clouds;

Rain drops; warm like the touch of hope.

Chants of birds, filled my heart with bliss.

Spellbound, by the green scented wind.

In the quiet park of dreams;

Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.

How many poems were written here –

Who walked these paths –

Surpassing their every need;

Passions bound to never part.


© Maria Fokas/Photography Dublin/All Rights Reserved