For Silent Days
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Sweet Silenced
Sweet Silenced by Maria Fokas The spaces we meet by chance; Sweet Silenced. A beam, a weep, a spark glowing into the night, [A glimpse of no end; up – side – down] Reflections throb; I fade my eyes; a fragile gesture of might. Trapped inside this deed: an Earnest unwavering day. Shadows of seeded dreams, await that yearning. Among those ardent Sorrows – A gift of passing through; the everlasting Memory of you. Photograph by Martin Hanley Continue reading Sweet Silenced
The Massacre of Kalavryta
The Massacre of Kalavryta by Maria Fokas – I will feel my way into it again, as I do every time I recall her story. I sat on the deck of her summer beach home, with the endless sea stretched out before me. One could only hope for that moment of tranquility to last forever. A vintage white table set before me, covered with a delicate ivory laced tablecloth her grandmother had knitted decades ago; a fragment of a past time. She stepped out onto the deck to join me; holding a tray with homemade cookies, and iced-lemon-tea, filling the … Continue reading The Massacre of Kalavryta
The Bridge Across the Sea
The Bridge Across the Sea by Maria Fokas On my death-bed, I say my last goodbye. I do not utter his name; a forgiving tragedy; And to his final question: I speak a lie. I shall not shed another tear for the moments denied. I shall not shed another tear for foolish twisted humanity – I shall not shed another tear for that weakness to suppose. Erase me from your past; . . . the years you have forsaken me – Each genuine day; Each generous hour; A love I embraced: In pure desire, his lips I kissed – Every … Continue reading The Bridge Across the Sea
Of Time Remembered
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Wandering Winds of Time
Wandering Winds of Time by Maria Fokas Put pen to paper; and carry the winds astray: All that is here; will one day disappear; I heard them say. So put pen to paper for untamed songs of love remembered: Gaze upon the wandering sky; as if to paint its essence – Remind me of that kiss in such restless rapture; when you were mine: The whisper of your hidden thoughts; freeze that moment; Tell me again, how you held my hand; though hope was gone. Don’t let them say that we were fools to love! Their craven twists of envy … Continue reading Wandering Winds of Time
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
[There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] George Gordon Byron There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean–roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; … Continue reading Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
We Have Not Long To Love
We Have Not Long To Love By Tennessee Williams We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day…. Continue reading We Have Not Long To Love
The passion of a writer’s pen
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I took the oath. To end will be the end. My breath your breath. My time your time. To hold and think Guilty if l rest you down. Shame and all shame upon me. Silence was before I spread the ink Making the earth bright, is what I think of with you A union to the end. (Jeremiah Muhwezi) A sword to pierce my heart for every tide I spit out a raw escape in a gasp of thought To mark specks of profound recklessness To feel the bleeding heartbeat… Continue reading The passion of a writer’s pen
Silence
Silence by Maria Fokas Trapped between spaces of chance A glimpse of eternity © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photograph by Maria Fokas Continue reading Silence
Luve-Knots 