THE NATURE OF TIME [A Poem by me] Just like the fields wrap their arms around the earth, To nurture her, to blossom, to bear fruit, and give us the gift of ripened sweets; I will promise to never ignore you; To be grateful, but careful, of the company I keep – To be happy with the beauty a moment can bring – Not be fooled by the things beyond my time’s reach. For everything I’ve ever needed, I came with – In my heart’s wishes. Continue reading The Nature of Time/poem
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The Window by Maria Fokas “This is where I was born; in this very room”, he said, as he packed his things. I had lost count of how many times he had told me. She sat waiting, confined to her sofa bed. He put the last piece of clothing in his rucksack, a neatly folded shirt by her tiny brittle hands, hours before. He took his coat from the chair and put it on. In a fragile voice, she whispered, “When will I see you again?” “I haven’t even left yet, and you want to know when I’m coming back?”, he … Continue reading The Window
And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new … Continue reading And the people stayed home
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 tomorrow 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 brought on my false 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 before. We both knew that expectations always lurked … Continue reading Obscurity
When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead … Continue reading When You Are Old
Suspended 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 Continue reading Suspended
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
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 mariafokas.com Continue reading Simple Things
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