Photography Maria Fokas

Obscurity


Resonance

Obscurity by Maria Fokas

A warm smile for me, before he got up, out of that old familiar wooden chair.

Could he be feeling the change too?

No matter what happened; when that day came, I would leave, and he would eventually forget. I had seen the signs before, though this time, the illusion of forgiveness was not mentioned; or that aching pain of expectations. I wondered, did he ever have any?

Oh, who was I kidding, he was going to pretend he had none, just like I always did. We both knew that expectations always lurked in the background; we had many a late night talks about the consequences of misleading intentions; talks that took to the early mist of dawn.  

He turned to me, another smile; there it is: he’s going to try and change me. It will happen, bit by bit, with his subtle word games. He’s going to promise me a better life, and I know what will happen in the end; A broken heart!

We will abruptly go our separate ways, and end up in each other’s past; And on odd days wonder.

But what if I’m wrong . . . what if he stays?  It would be an amazing thing; if we could both want that.

And then that sweet smile again,

With a black cup of coffee in one hand and a steaming slice of apple pie in the other, he fought his way back, through the chaos of uncertainty.

 

 

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Reflections of Time


Reflections of Time by Maria Fokas

Strangers crossing paths; do not stop but for a glance.

Like morning to dawn with the turning of time.

And the winds caressing days will dance;

to the ticking of a heart flying high –

 . . .

But do not mis-take my love;

There is no sadness in my sigh;

It is that I miss you so,

When we say goodbye.

X

An Emerald Wish


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An Emerald Wish

Find that picture you once took . . . the one which captured a moment that seemed like any other, at the time. But looking back, you know better now. That picture which hides a gemstone that would take a thousand words to share; the one so special, you don’t dare give away. I can’t recall the exact wording of my wish that day, but who took me there, I will never forget;

Oh, that emerald field of magical whispers.

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Simple Things


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Simple Things by Maria Fokas

Precious things to hold onto;

Moments we have loved.

With time still left,

To love some more.

A day, a decade, hopefully, two,

And wishing for more.

Soaring through life for the simple things,

Thankful each day for your generosity.

Oh, my love; now I see,

In the river of dreams,

A taste of cloves, and lemon drops,

Is all I’ll ever need.

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Through the Breaking


Malahide Castle

 

Through the Breaking 

She stood between the cracks,

As far as she could see;

A grace,

whistling out of reach.

Those beautiful clouds,

Could make any mess disappear. . .

 

© Maria Fokas/July 24, 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved

 

Compassion for Time


Compassion for Time

Compassion for Time 

The limitations of compassion,

Let me keep my heart intact.

I have touched your madness,

The curiosity for moments I cared;

But . . .

Those words made of ink,

 Will always be dark.

And words from whispers,

 Which come from the heart,

 Will always love.

All the struggles to survive;

In the distance between us -

But that bright light hiding within;
 

Never left your side -

So if you ever think back,

And for a split moment sigh;

Do not think twice, 

For you did not offend me.

It was our love which was sacrificed; 

Not us -

Nothing I felt was ever your fault; 

The waves do tend to lure.
 

Oh those experts full of words of wisdom;

Twist and turn the truths of time.

Respect the past, present, and what is to come.
 

For every moment is precious; may it be love or pain.

The past; compassion while we walk through thorns of time.

The present; for respect of the story we have yet to find.

The future; to keep hope alive for the moments we dare.

Strength and weakness go hand in hand.

Far from perfect; in the end.

For every day we change;

 But some things,

  I wish stayed the same -

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Must We Part?


St Stephan Park Dublin

Must We Part? 

Sunset lingered behind the clouds;

Raindrops; warm like a touch of hope.

Chants of birds filled my heart with bliss.

Spellbound, by the green-scented wind.

In the quiet park of dreams;

Whispers of poets; inventing thoughts.

How many poems were written here –

Who walked these paths –

Surpassing their every need;

Passions bound to never part.

 

© Maria Fokas/Photography Dublin/All Rights Reserved

 

Scars Set in Stone


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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
Courage disintegrates in glass boxes of loose ties
Day races by as night pricks through the cracks of dawn

Oh, but to deny one’s place in this world
That would be the greatest crime of all

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved/Photograph by Maria Fokas [Paleokastritsa – Corfu]