The Passion of a Writer’s Pen


The Passion of a Writer’s Pen by Maria Fokas 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 of my fingertips To taste the dread of a struggling shadow To hear the whispering force of a lover’s birth To lose oneself in every re-crossing sunset A dream of the world; a gush of raging grace From original light to final darkness Stories bound to a hope of existence; My cry for life – © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights … Continue reading The Passion of a Writer’s Pen

Little Boats


Life Boats by Maria Fokas Little boats stippled along the horizon of a golden sea; Inside my head, taintless journeys with innocent intentions – Temporary moments that last forever; recurring with seasons’ comings Tenuous threads that never break, beautifully wrapping wasted space in time Lifeless obstacles beneath the surface; like a vice, never committed Exempt from the fear of loss; I gather my drifted self – Bereft of a farewell kiss; {up in the sky} clouds cover me like an ivory laced blanket; On the day of the dead, my life begins with antithetical inclinations of love – Autumn frosted maple … Continue reading Little Boats

My Compass


My Compass by Maria Fokas The scent of hello(s); the cry in goodbye(s) The melody of lyrics; in pictures and words – Sonnets drawn on misty moments of forgotten first ideas The beginnings in the morning; the endings each night The key to memory; the compass to change – In the breaking of your voice – In the raging waves of oceans; all that was lost is found From mountain peaks, to the other side of moonlight I trace the whispers in your heart; Once upon a time  A poem in a dream; when she was mine.   For Maria-Zina … Continue reading My Compass

The Promise of Eternity


The Promise of Eternity by Maria Fokas In the winds of the North, thought bares a spark of life In the welcome of the East, the sun embraces morning whispers In the star-lit skies of the West, tiny crystals light the darkness In the heart of the South, desire burns through shadows of fear – A gift; to uncover intention  The cycle of time; to determine a wish Passion in a sin; fire in one love – You are the promise . . .   © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved Artist of photograph unknown; Request:Please contact me if name … Continue reading The Promise of Eternity

Somewhere only we know


Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004)    Photographs by © Maria Fokas 29/7/2015/All … Continue reading Somewhere only we know

Soul Mate


Soul Mate by Maria Fokas “Eat, Pray, Love: A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of … Continue reading Soul Mate

Raw Moments in Time


There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing … Continue reading Raw Moments in Time

In The Wake


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

Forbidden Shells (Reality)


1. Forbidden Shells (Reality) by Maria Fokas I woke up this morning from the inside out; opened my eyes to a broken day – He asked me if I knew anything about reality, but who can claim to know? It would have to be an objective lad, but minds are subjective most of the time. Maybe there’s one percent that knows, but what would they say? : “I know that I cannot possibly be objective when cultured to think a specific way, and regardless of what I choose opposed to what I deny, could it be the inner voice of … Continue reading Forbidden Shells (Reality)