free verse/poetry

Suspended


light-in-the-darkness

Suspended by Maria Fokas

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.

© Maria Fokas/January 13th 2017/All Rights Reserved –

Photo by: light-in-the-darkness | Source of Inspiration

The Chords of my Heart


Henry Asencio 1972 - Ameican Abstract Expressionists painter - Tutt'Art@ - (3)

The Chords of my Heart by Maria Fokas

From the back roads of my mind;

You tempt my heart to dance again.

You smiled, and said hello,

In the middle of nowhere.

And between the dark and the light,

The warmth of your touch –

Everything you are is new to me;

One more time;

The chords of my heart whisper.

Oh those blue eyes;

Hope in a starry night.

 

© Maria Fokas/July 21st 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved – Artwork: Henry Asencio

 

Compassion for Time


Compassion for Time

Compassion for Time by Maria Fokas

The limitations of compassion,

Let me keep my heart intact.

I have touched your madness,

The curiosity for moments I cared;

But . . .

Those words made of ink,

 Will always be dark.

And words from whispers,

 Which come from the heart,

 Will always love.

All the struggles to survive;

In the distance between us -

But that bright light hiding within;
 

Never left your side -

So if you ever think back,

And for a split moment sigh;

Do not think twice, 

For you did not offend me.

It was our love which was sacrificed; 

Not us -

Nothing I felt was ever your fault; 

The waves do tend to lure.
 

Oh those experts full of words of wisdom;

Twist and turn the truths of time.

Respect the past, present, and what is to come.
 

For every moment is precious; may it be love or pain.

The past; compassion while we walk through thorns of time.

The present; for respect of the story we have yet to find.

The future; to keep hope alive for the moments we dare.

Strength and weakness go hand in hand.

Far from perfect; in the end.

For every day we change;

 But some things,

  I wish stayed the same -

© Maria Fokas/June 13th 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved – Photograph: Maria Fokas

Must We Part?


St Stephan Park Dublin

Must We Part? by Maria Fokas

Sunset lingered behind the clouds;

Rain drops; warm like the touch of hope.

Chants of birds, filled my heart with bliss.

Spellbound, by the green scented wind.

In the quiet park of dreams;

Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.

How many poems were written here –

Who walked these paths –

Surpassing their every need;

Passions bound to never part.

 

© Maria Fokas/June 11th 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved

 

Beyond the Sea


©Yucel Basoglu

Beyond the Sea by Maria Fokas

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.

“Stay with me tonight”

I wish it were true.

Pleasures of the heart can numb;

But, I plead with you tonight.

Do not disclaim your Ocean.

 

© Maria Fokas/May 29th 2016/All Rights Reserved – Photograph Credits: ©Yucel Basoglu

 

Underwater Waves [1]


paco peregrín photography 22                                      [Flash Fiction - Chapter One]

Underwater Waves by Maria Fokas

How long can you stay under water before it is the end of you?

Can you get used to the pain to the point where you don’t feel it anymore?

As long as there is hope that you will breathe again, you struggle to survive under the waves.

You know that if you stay too long you will suffocate, but you fall into a trance.

You numb your lucid voice which tells you that you will never survive the waves.

If you wait too long, you will never swim back up to the surface.

 

To be continued . . .

 

 

© Maria Fokas/May 13th 2016/All Rights Reserved – Photographer Credits: Paco Peregrín

 

The Heart of The Moon


Moon-fairy

The Heart of the Moon  by Maria Fokas

To seize the darkness of your mournful heart

In an enchanted weakness of wicked play

You lose yourself to a fruitless path

You fear to taste the scent of love

In the weeping of time

In the sorrow of love

Many will envy all that we created –

unavailing thoughts of a distorted past

With a thread to tie a knot

But you were never meant

To keep me in an invisible grip

I wanted to paint your beautiful soul

And I did

Though I slipped inside your hunger

And fell in too deep

The odds of a raging sea

For the brave who love with courage

An inconvenient heart

 Whether they change love, or love changes them

There is no resentment to overcome

In the mesmerizing glow of my maker

I wait for you each month; a flower for your soul to keep

But until you embrace your darkness –

You cannot bewitch the soul in me

And the howling of the wolves

which play in your sleep

Will never shed a tear

For the love,

You did not keep.

© Maria Fokas/May 9th 2016/All Rights Reserved –

 [Photo Credits: Moon Fairy Fantasy]

 

 

My Darling


Burning Man

My Darling by Maria Fokas

And this child within;

Sometimes gets trapped in thoughts:

“Wish I knew what his heart was feeling.”

Love is a wilderness that cannot be tamed.

This child within,

 Sometimes dances to his subtle tunes; it seems.

She plays with fire, the same way he plays with words.

This child within,

lives in the present with great respect for the past;

Everybody knows how to walk through fire.

But to recall a burning heart without the flame;

It takes a gypsy’s soul  –

This child within,

Surrendered to her anger, but her rage disappeared,

Before the hour-glass was through.

This child within remembers,

The times she held his hand when he was lost.

She recalls,

The sound of his voice when he said hello.

The touch of his lips . . .  she forgot;

But not the way he held her close.

And, sometimes she recalls,

His promise to protect her.

She also remembers his distrust;

His fear that she might one day disappear.

But most of all, that thing she can’t forget;

How much she still cares.

So you see, with such a past –

There is nothing to forgive,

My Darling.

 

© Maria Fokas/April 29th 2016/All Rights Reserved –

 

Hamartia


Earth Day

Hamartia by Maria Fokas

An eternity of holding onto the edge of her thoughts –

She leads me into her sorrows beneath her celebrated joys.

We play in the waves of her mood with the changing of her seasons.

I lose myself in her cries, when old scars hinder her needs.

Those gestures that delay her sleep, I can never change.

“What burns inside your heart today?” she whispers in the morning bask.

And I am grateful for her generous touch;

In all the memories of my todays,

Knowing she will never miss me –

In the chaos of her tomorrows.

 

Dedicated to the Earth Day

PicMonkey Collage TREE and DAD

At the foot of my father's birth place stands a one thousand-year old Tree. 

© Maria Fokas/April 25th 2016/All Rights Reserved –

“Forbidden Friendship”


frame paint

Forbidden Friendship by Maria Fokas

Forbidden Friendship

Which starts with enchantment –

Which belongs to no one,

Which devours its expectations

Which feels unique at first glance

Which abides by no rules

Which traps itself in passion

Which begins to fear its existence

Which shares a weakness to stray

Which keeps secrets from itself

Which lies beneath the sins of a broken heart

Forbidden friendship; which is deadly to the touch

 

© Maria Fokas/ April 5th 2016/All Rights Reserved – Artist Credits Unknown