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 [1]


[Flash Fiction – Chapter One] Underwater Waves  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 … Continue reading Underwater Waves [1]

My Darling


My Darling  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. … Continue reading My Darling

Hamartia


Hamartia  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 … Continue reading Hamartia

Love Curse


                                                                                 Illustration Editing M.F. Love Curse Racing through in slow motion, the ticking of time. I cannot speak today; A ruthless sharp haste to my beating heart. Chaotic throbbing of a grand mistake. The difference between love, and love – An ill confusion; Misconceptions of a mystery. In explanations, it disappears; Time to say goodbye – Oh why, am I lacking such a skill? What keeps a heart wrapped around an evil hope? Is it the way his words hold on, when he pushes me away? Or his silent presence, lurking endlessly in my head? Does he ever … Continue reading Love Curse

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

Anticipated Memories


Anticipated Memories The wickedness of collapse, is that it comes in idle whispers. It takes you in its arms; numbing the yearning to dream. In quiet steps, it alters the world you thought was real. The present is misplaced, and in the depths of darkness you descend. You see a glimpse of truth in your attempt to trust. A faint spark of memory keeps coming back; There it is; nearest to your heart, that little thing called love. My muse had a charming way of bringing back the dead.    – In all its imperfections, it was a perfect World. … Continue reading Anticipated Memories

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

Of Beauty


Of Beauty Love; an echo . . . a thread of faith – Into his eyes; tainted by a heritage of pain to embrace: Through the pillars of your birthright, the chant – Vibrating through the flesh of your skin: That echo . . . that echo of hymns. I wake up to the decades lost; the struggle of uncertainty – A hum treading beneath my screams. Such legacy of hope; forced upon me. An echo of faith . . . of beauty . . . of a dream. Love is nothing more than a spark; – within a captivated … Continue reading Of Beauty