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Moved Silently

Maria Fokas

Moved Silently I noticed him across the room. Maybe an intoxication of habit in a civilized society; Is it that people have stopped listening to each other? But what made me notice; That he listened, even before I began to speak. He asked me how I felt. A nostalgic moment; and he was there, In a darkness beneath our thoughts, time stopped. An Ode to holidays; no mood to contribute, I told him. Those days just pass me by too, he replied – With Imagine faintly in the background, His embrace put my past to rest; My heart found room … Continue reading Moved Silently

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Metis

Maria Fokas

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

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Featherless Wings

Maria Fokas

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

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Somewhere only we know

Maria Fokas

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004)    Photographs by © Maria Fokas 29/7/2015/All … Continue reading Somewhere only we know

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Legacy of old towns

Maria Fokas

  Old Town  – Rhodos has a legacy one could be mesmerized by – The medieval walled city is a site which takes you to a distant past where the Palace of the Grand Master of the Knights stands proud, protected by a medieval wall. This walled city is considered one of the largest in Europe. It was here that I met two siblings who had much to share with me about the daily comings and goings of it’s visitors.   Continue reading Legacy of old towns

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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