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The Thorns of Time

Maria Fokas

The Thorns of Time by Maria Fokas First, you left; Then, I let myself forget.              – I watched the days go by in silence Without a sign of love; I waited – I felt the thorns of time.              – I wept for the miracles The ones we left behind – Damn those walls we swore to ignore.              – All I ever wished for To find a truth, in loves that slip away – Stripped of dignity, by all the things I’ve done.              – My heart has turned against the tide Hope; the last to go – … Continue reading The Thorns of Time

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The Flame

Maria Fokas

The Flame by Maria Fokas Like an Empress of Time, the Flame distorts the mind, dancing her seductive dance, as the wood crackles with each breath. But who keeps track of what is lost, as time goes by. The walls kindle in deep maroon, and time stands still again, then disappears into a darkness, and I dream of impossible things; of distant oceans, under the seas, with gentle crests of endless waves. Soft ripples that caress the sand, then retrieve back into the sea with a soft melody – hidden in the stir of the flame: In a world far … Continue reading The Flame

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Beneath the Waves

Maria Fokas

Beneath the Waves by Maria Fokas The greatest treasures are simple things Few gestures that say; I love you! Take a sip Delight in a kiss Turn the last page with me – Blow out the candles Say good night Never regret the promises Vulnerable to the Waves Loyal to the rock The windmill spins The anchor pulls Under the sea the treasure will be Remember to embrace your dream The waking hour may change your wants But never your deepest needs –   Photo Credits: Brooke Shaden Continue reading Beneath the Waves

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The Art of a Good Day

Maria Fokas

The Art of a Good Day by Maria Fokas I will join thee – The hue of deep red grape Warm and sensual – Beaujolais; grown on France’s granite slopes; A cherry-strawberry taste Marry with a flavour of Mt. Olympus; A crumbly aged-cheese On my last moment I will celebrate my day A helpless invitation Favoured with moments that we craved drone – chord – duple – dine I will play you the violin There is a willful sacrifice  For the one we love In the sweet taste of wine I will wait for thee to dine –   source … Continue reading The Art of a Good Day

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Tango Heart

Maria Fokas

Tango Heart by Maria Fokas In the brothels of her sphere He moves to the rhythm of his heart – Catch her eyes and wheel her in Closer; inhale the same breath He flicks her to the side Puts his lips to her neck A taste, a tease, an endless time He turns her hips; a sweet caress – His hand on her waist He grips and pulls Chest to chest In close embrace Molinete – And when you drink – the Potion of the Gods Be sure to sip – from the same cup   Photo: http://www.fredastaireprinceton.com Continue reading Tango Heart

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Rain-Drops

Maria Fokas

Rain-Drops by Maria Fokas I peeked out of my window this morning at 6 am. It had been raining all night. The misty damp air said, “Get back in bed”. But I keep my eyes on the rain, where stories come to life. It fervently thrums on roof-tops, and pavements; drip, drop, babble, drum  – accent on the tempo, before another thrum. I make myself some coffee; my lips tease the blend before I take that sip, then I click on the saxophone. I succumb to those sensual pictures from the late 1940s and 50s before my time. They did … Continue reading Rain-Drops

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In The Wake

Maria Fokas

In the Wake by Maria Fokas Your hand was not mine to hold, nor my lips, yours to kiss – But in that world, I held your hand, and you kissed my lips. Through a dark current; you drew in a path; An epiphany soared within a gush of promises. And before me, a wraithlike image distracts my wake. Unbidden streams of clauses – lacing bare-scented gestures. I render the smile in your eyes, the accent in your voice, And everything you claimed that was mine. That path; deep-seated, between the distance of land and sea; How unfortunate that temporal … Continue reading In The Wake

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Photography

Maria Fokas

  “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  – Ansel Adams                                                                                                                       … Continue reading Photography

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Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots)

Maria Fokas

3. Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots) by Maria Fokas Today Greece is voting for the next Prime Minister . . . [Do not dwell on the days that drift by – Make them stop] – The words carved on an iron plaque, hung on cemetery gates, in a dream. And so I took the bus to the center of town, early this morning as I could not sleep. I sat on the bus observing people going to their destinations. I looked for smiles, or lack of them; speculated about the thoughts they were consumed with; whether they were healing, or sickening … Continue reading Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots)

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Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race)

Maria Fokas

 2. Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race) by Maria Fokas I yearn for memories dressed in pleasure; silky silver wrappings, tied in red ribbons, as the snow settles in the winter nights. And when spring comes, breakfast in a secluded diner; your choice, and I’ll be there for that smile; such beauty is soothing to the heart. I want to sail away with my lover in the summertime, and forget all the plastic in the world; too much of it everywhere we turn. I close my eyes and see you sitting at that old forgotten piano. Your fingers dance on the keys … Continue reading Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race)