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EXPECTATIONS BETWEEN TIME

Maria Fokas

(Collaborative Poetry)  In the days when poetry was all we had misery was sweet. Yearning was hidden in her thoughts; and in the tarrying of retreat. His lips used proper words – his whispers spoke of delicious scandals. In the night, her longing simmered in her dreams. And with the resting of her eyes, she could hear his voice break through the cracks of time: M.F. “A blindfold of forsaken moments lay bare and exposed.  Twilight teasing – their tongues entwined – now whispers below, With slender fingers that dance upon a stilted frame. Nestling behind the hollow curve; the flowing fire is set aglow. Taste the divine, as … Continue reading EXPECTATIONS BETWEEN TIME

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My Heart’s Whisper

Maria Fokas

My Heart’s Whisper by Maria Fokas She caresses the strings of her burning thoughts, Humming her secret in the midst of warm nights. A note or two off beat of course – but unique in all its beauty. Like the seasons’ cries,  she recounts her worries, Searching for that one to keep. She chants the letters of her lover’s name – A few drops on autumn leaves.   Then with time, Fragile snowflakes – between the sky and me – Descending – like expectations owed. And with the final season, She reclaims (the right) to love again. And I ask … Continue reading My Heart’s Whisper

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The Red House

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The Red House by Maria Fokas My eyes opened to an empty day: How long has it been, a decade, a century? I swear! Only a day; you’ve been gone one day. The wilderness of silence hovers over me. And that unspoken word, still lingers in my head – You said – good-bye, with the word “Regards” A formality with such powerful blow To hatch the beast that mocks my loss. In the red house  – no enemies remain; no one but me, I lean my head against the window pane; Way above the sky, a warm light comes down! I … Continue reading The Red House

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The Lonely Rock

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The Lonely Rock by Maria Fokas It was the scent of love that kept her near “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered (in her ear) – She wanted to stay but her heart had shattered Their moments wrapped in petals of jasmine She fought her demons by planting dreams She sang to the lighthouse across the seas She hid her cries in quotes of delight But she never, ever dared – to say good-bye Her soul weary, drained in vacant words “Please forgive me, for all I could not be” – She urged her mind to expose her weakness But … Continue reading The Lonely Rock

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Metis

Maria Fokas

Coming Soon . . . Notes to the Readers: The story of Metis and Prometheus is a story about struggles, loss, and the space love embraces to make sure we survive the ironic twists and turns life can put us through –   Beneath the White Willow © Copyright © 2012 by Maria Fokas ΡΟΞΑΝΗ Μ. ΚΑΜΠΟΥΡΑΚΗ-ΑΛΙΒΑΝ ΣΥΜΒΟΛΑΙΟΓΡΑΦΟΣ Α.Φ.Μ. 041456855 ΑΡΙΘΜΟΣ **** – ΠΡΑΞΗ ΚΑΤΑΘΕΣΗΣ ΠΝΕΥΜΑΤΙΚΗΣ ΙΔΙΟΚΤΗΣΙΑΣ I am also sharing a song I listened to; over a thousand times while writing Metis; I almost want to call it the theme song XXX     http://Azure Ray – November Continue reading Metis

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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

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  To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time By Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once … Continue reading To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

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The Scent of Connection

Maria Fokas

The Scent of Connection by Maria Fokas And when I stumble upon a picture that takes my breath away – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not quite certain whether I am taking something that does not belong to me, or actually immortalizing that moment, 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. © Maria Fokas  2014/All Rights Reserved Continue reading The Scent of Connection

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Line Breaks : Snap

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Line Breaks : Snap by Maria Fokas There is a freedom, in the face of truth – whether it is soothing to the heart or not, it will always set you free. You rage against the pain. At first, you don’t understand why. You try to go back, and recount your steps; was it my fault, you might ask yourself. But in time, what made you sad will subside. The scent of sunlight will wash your tears away; the bitter taste, will disappear – I promise you that. And they will resurface; all the dreams you had neglected; as platonic … Continue reading Line Breaks : Snap