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 Continue reading An Emerald Wish

Beyond the Sea


Beyond the Sea  Bear the whispers of a weeping hue, To recall the moments of rapture. Obliterate the cries of sorrow, Words crippled by failure to thrive. Misplaced memories of you; Of all that you dream to be, Plunge into the depths of your ocean, Reclaim the path you pledged to engrave. Do not forsake that endless need. To be swallowed up by a timely dew, Or tread the footsteps in that loose-leaf. In the dawn of silence you always knew; You turned the pages of that beautiful ride; In the trembling of your voice, The darkest story ever told. … Continue reading Beyond the Sea

Underwater Waves [Finale]


Underwater Waves  No; it wasn’t a promise to return. It was a promise to love me till death took him away. I recall a time when all I wanted was to make him proud of me. I’d always jump at the chance to be with him; I’d listen to his stories of when I was just a little girl; of how he loved me more than he loved his own life. And no matter what happened, he would always be close. It was a cold winter evening when he sat me down to talk. He said he had to change … Continue reading Underwater Waves [Finale]

Everything and Nothing – Day Three


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas The Art of Losing – Elizabeth Bishop wrote: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master.” With so much losing every day, it seems that we should be accepting it as an inevitable end; but we rarely do. Every time we fall in love with a moment, a unique person, or that life long accomplishment, its fragile end is always near; it seems. – But what exactly is it that we grieve; the moment, the person, the accomplishment; or is it ourselves within that loss? Everything we’ve ever loved, and lost, has shaped … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Three

Metis


Metis  On blossomed branches, Hummingbirds rest in the scented shade. The soil is moist beneath my feet; What an odd place to find myself – No recollection of my treading here. Though it is a time for mourning, neither cries, nor tears to proclaim. A traveler has much ground to cover, and many regrets to misplace. I should have stayed with my first certainty: With no expectations, I would have been spared – As mountain-tops squander their flawless spring waters, Lovers ignore the passing of Time. And with my end so near, I could have shared some truths; Had it … Continue reading Metis

Featherless Wings


Photograph by Maria Fokas Featherless Wings  The branches dare to disturb; Moving in a motion that tangles their world. Their whispers; in the winds of passing seasons – The fear of triumph is absent, They are alive, that is their quest – Conversations of love do not break their delicate wings. Trees have wings? Wings without feathers; fly by the scent of their leaves. They capture the day, and stir the night. No words to torture their souls – They reflect on prolonged possibilities; And drink from the songs of passers-by.   © Maria Fokas/ Feb 17 2016/All Rights Reserved Continue reading Featherless Wings

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