Silence
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
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Scars Set in Stone
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
A Song for Sophia
A Song for Sophia by Maria Fokas To defame an honorable man Is not in a woman’s nature Excluding, a woman in love; of course In rage she drowns in misleading ramble – But when time has dimmed out She takes back her heartless tone And of all the outcomes her fury may bring She hopes she made him smile – Because; one thing she knows to be unshaken Time runs out without a cause; without a glimpse of warning We were one; once upon a time – it cannot be forsaken Though a champagne path; without a sip to … Continue reading A Song for Sophia
Little Boats
Life Boats by Maria Fokas Little boats stippled along the horizon of a golden sea; Inside my head, taintless journeys with innocent intentions – Temporary moments that last forever; recurring with seasons’ comings Tenuous threads that never break, beautifully wrapping wasted space in time Lifeless obstacles beneath the surface; like a vice, never committed Exempt from the fear of loss; I gather my drifted self – Bereft of a farewell kiss; {up in the sky} clouds cover me like an ivory laced blanket; On the day of the dead, my life begins with antithetical inclinations of love – Autumn frosted maple … Continue reading Little Boats
My Compass
My Compass by Maria Fokas The scent of hello(s); the cry in goodbye(s) The melody of lyrics; in pictures and words – Sonnets drawn on misty moments of forgotten first ideas The beginnings in the morning; the endings each night The key to memory; the compass to change – In the breaking of your voice – In the raging waves of oceans; all that was lost is found From mountain peaks, to the other side of moonlight I trace the whispers in your heart; Once upon a time A poem in a dream; when she was mine. For Maria-Zina … Continue reading My Compass
The Rocks
The Rocks by Maria Fokas © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photograph at http://wallpas.com/ballintoy-northern-ireland Continue reading The Rocks
The Art of Waiting
The Art of Waiting by Maria Fokas A hush beneath the sea, whispers into each string of night; precisely, and endlessly. Dreams bend back on themselves, like fragile circles hoping to be traced. Where the two ends meet, the dream is nurtured; where the two ends part, the taste of sweet love remains – Each of the two circles is true, but the truths are not the same. And as the night wakes, our sun disappears beneath the earth; once more, no rest in waiting. The sea turns from deep blue to bright red; reaching words from land to land and … Continue reading The Art of Waiting
The Circle of Time
The Circle of Time by Maria Fokas The flow of time in a dream It rushes by – It stands still You reach into that endless stream You grasp the haste of freedom Where light and darkness meet Where the old creates the new Where the scent of Green fades into the wake of Blue Like a string that binds my heart to you Into the past, by a thought; Into to the future, with a hope. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography by Martin Hanley Continue reading The Circle of Time
Maria Fokas/ Photography
And when I stumble upon a scene which takes my breath away – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not yet sure if I am taking something that does not belong to me, or whether it isn’t the image I am immortalizing, but actually, that very second I am witnessing movement in the realm of time. There truly is a story in everything; may it be in color, or the lack of it – may it be concrete, or abstract – a laugh or a cry; the spark of the story will always be there. … Continue reading Maria Fokas/ Photography
Thorns of Time (Part II)
Thorns of Time (part II) by Maria Fokas I watched your words turn into stone. – First you left; And then, I said goodbye – One by one, tomorrows disappear, like candles end. – Up in the sky, the clouds manifest in mystery, First love recalls the fear of oneness, inevitable paths to claim Damn those walls, like mountaintops that never end. – Losing leaves a painful sting behind, A hovering shadow that clings on till we say farewell – We write, and write, and then forget the reasons why. – A promise broken or misplaced, … Continue reading Thorns of Time (Part II)
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