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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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Of Beauty

Maria Fokas

Of Beauty Love; an echo . . . a thread of faith – Into his eyes; tainted by a heritage of pain to embrace: Through the pillars of your birthright, the chant – Vibrating through the flesh of your skin: That echo . . . that echo of hymns. I wake up to the decades lost; the struggle of uncertainty – A hum treading beneath my screams. Such legacy of hope; forced upon me. An echo of faith . . . of beauty . . . of a dream. Love is nothing more than a spark; – within a captivated … Continue reading Of Beauty

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Wandering Winds of Time

Maria Fokas

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

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Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Maria Fokas

[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

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Scars Set in Stone

Maria Fokas

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

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The Passion of a Writer’s Pen

Maria Fokas

The Passion of a Writer’s Pen by Maria Fokas A sword to pierce my heart for every tide I spit out a raw escape in a gasp of thought To mark specks of profound recklessness To feel the bleeding heartbeat of my fingertips To taste the dread of a struggling shadow To hear the whispering force of a lover’s birth To lose oneself in every re-crossing sunset A dream of the world; a gush of raging grace From original light to final darkness Stories bound to a hope of existence; My cry for life – © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights … Continue reading The Passion of a Writer’s Pen

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A Song for Sophia

Maria Fokas

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

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Wheel of Fortunes

Maria Fokas

Wheel of Fortunes by Maria Fokas I woke up this morning; what a grand thing, to make it through the night. In all generalities, abstractions, and summaries, I can hear the ticking of life: The touch, the scent, and the taste of you, woven in my fairytales – And there, lies the generality of beauty – And there, lies the abstraction of love. Sketched in the mother of time; the secrets of our fate. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved  –  Art Photography by Julie-de-Waroquier Continue reading Wheel of Fortunes

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The Flame

Maria Fokas

The Flame by Maria Fokas Like an Empress of Time, the Flame distorts the mind, dancing her seductive dance, as the wood crackles with each breath. But who keeps track of what is lost, as time goes by. The walls kindle in deep maroon, and time stands still again, then disappears into a darkness, and I dream of impossible things; of distant oceans, under the seas, with gentle crests of endless waves. Soft ripples that caress the sand, then retrieve back into the sea with a soft melody – hidden in the stir of the flame: In a world far … Continue reading The Flame

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In The Wake

Maria Fokas

In the Wake by Maria Fokas Your hand was not mine to hold, nor my lips, yours to kiss – But in that world, I held your hand, and you kissed my lips. Through a dark current; you drew in a path; An epiphany soared within a gush of promises. And before me, a wraithlike image distracts my wake. Unbidden streams of clauses – lacing bare-scented gestures. I render the smile in your eyes, the accent in your voice, And everything you claimed that was mine. That path; deep-seated, between the distance of land and sea; How unfortunate that temporal … Continue reading In The Wake