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Sweet Silenced


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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

I Know a Cat


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I know a Cat by Martin Hanley
Dedicated to my old philosophical friend, Master Mouse Hanley

I sat there sweltering in a familiar fog; constipated with checking and weighted outcomes.
Languid landscapes with questioning answers; an unfocused portfolio has come undone.
Then, in he glides supreme; stretching out beneath the dappled light; now reclining.
Regally basking like some ancient achromatic shadow; he swallows the fallow sun.

Cold blooded catering alerted, a distant ringing or some obscure Sylvan echo, yet I hear none.
Starving for hidden treats that well versed others commonly disdain; he remains steadfast smiling. Forever glancing, my philosophical companion hops past the news feed;

What happened to Fat Freddy the rioter’s son? Lurking behind me, telepathic with emerald eyes deeply penetrating; he treads a seamless blurred line.Tail stepping out an endless rhythm, my straying little hunter retreats, licking his cultured paw as fortunate birds flutter beyond the treble glazing.

I know a Cat © all rights reserved Martin Hanley May 9 th 2015 – Photograph by Martin Hanley

 

 

The Thorns of Time


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The Thorns of Time by Maria Fokas

First, you left;
And then, I forgot.
             – I watched the days go by in silence
Without a sign of love; I waited –

I felt the thorns of time.
             – I wept for the miracles
Those we left behind –

Damn those walls we swore to break.
             – And all I ever wished for
To find the truth, in all the loves that slip away –

Stripped of dignity; the things I’ve done.
             – My heart has turned against the tide
The heart of time bestows all hope –

I am grateful for all the things you gave me.
             – For the moon, for the stars; for the rest of time
And for the song, you sang, before you said goodbye –

First, you left;
             -Then, I let my heart forget.
That was the way, of our infinite day –

 

 Photograph Credits: Martin Hanley