The Chords of my Heart


The Chords of my Heart 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.   – Artwork: Henry Asencio   Continue reading The Chords of my Heart

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

Metis


Metis  On blossomed branches, Hummingbirds rest in the scented shade. The soil is moist beneath my feet; What an odd place to find myself – No recollection of my treading here. Though it is a time for mourning, neither cries, nor tears to proclaim. A traveler has much ground to cover, and many regrets to misplace. I should have stayed with my first certainty: With no expectations, I would have been spared – As mountain-tops squander their flawless spring waters, Lovers ignore the passing of Time. And with my end so near, I could have shared some truths; Had it … Continue reading Metis

Sweet Silenced


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


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

Wandering Winds of Time


Wandering Winds of Time by Maria Fokas Put pen to paper; and carry the winds astray: All that is here; will one day disappear; I heard them say. So put pen to paper for untamed songs of love remembered: Gaze upon the wandering sky; as if to paint its essence – Remind me of that kiss in such restless rapture; when you were mine: The whisper of your hidden thoughts; freeze that moment; Tell me again, how you held my hand; though hope was gone. Don’t let them say that we were fools to love! Their craven twists of envy … Continue reading Wandering Winds of Time

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage


[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


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