The Rain by Maria Fokas Oh that gentle rain, aching to come back, time and again. No warning to let you prepare. Like a bow and arrow to ruin your day. Can you plan around such a tease? Oh sweet rain, running free . . . I will keep your secret; and be grateful for thee. Happy to welcome that gentle drop; On my lips, and down my neck; To whisper . . . I just like coming back – © Maria Fokas/all rights reserved, and Photo Credits/ 2017 Continue reading The Rain
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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 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
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[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 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
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
Scars Set in Stone by Maria Fokas Just because you buried our journey Does not make it disappear Just because you have forsaken me Does not mean you never loved me That I have succumbed to defeat Does not mean I wanted to leave Your silence never depicted indifference As my smile did not prove a trace of hope Of stories which trouble the heart In words which sicken the soul Everywhere an abundance of woe: A half-finished love affair bound to crucifixion A misdeed triggered to destroy a kind gesture A deserted dream to leverage false sense of balance … Continue reading Scars Set in Stone
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
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