Photography

Suspended


light-in-the-darkness

Suspended by Maria Fokas

Sweet scented air,

In that flawless darkness.

Forever blazing wild;

Across the marauder sky.

A pulse in the break of quiet,

Of summer sadness hum.

Sweet scented air,

Between the folds of game.

Cities with dimmed lights,

Fading away.

Sweet scented air,

In my suspended hour.

© Maria Fokas/January 13th 2017/All Rights Reserved –

Photo by: light-in-the-darkness | Source of Inspiration

Compassion for Time


Compassion for Time

Compassion for Time by Maria Fokas

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 -

© Maria Fokas/June 13th 2016 – Dublin/All Rights Reserved – Photograph: Maria Fokas

Beyond the Sea


©Yucel Basoglu

Beyond the Sea by Maria Fokas

Bear the whispers of a weeping hue,

To recall the moments of rapture.

Obliterate the cries of sorrow,

Words crippled by failure to thrive.

Misplaced memories of you;

Of all that you dream to be,

Plunge into the depths of your ocean,

Reclaim the path you pledged to engrave.

Do not forsake that endless need.

To be swallowed up by a timely dew,

Or tread the footsteps in that loose-leaf.

In the dawn of silence you always knew;

You turned the pages of that beautiful ride;

In the trembling of your voice,

The darkest story ever told.

“Stay with me tonight”

I wish it were true.

Pleasures of the heart can numb;

But, I plead with you tonight.

Do not disclaim your Ocean.

 

© Maria Fokas/May 29th 2016/All Rights Reserved – Photograph Credits: ©Yucel Basoglu

 

Underwater Waves [4]


Stuart Stevenson 2

                                            [Flash Fiction Chapter Four]

Underwater Waves by Maria Fokas


Was it not yesterday?

Here, yesterday is the past; and the past is gone.

No . . . something that haunts you day and night, is never gone.

Her patience abandons her, and madness takes hold of her like a tempest. She will rage against everything she believes to be destroying their paradise. She forgets the truth. She shuts her eyes to her cowardice. In her fairytale she is free; only life filled with vivid colors of youth, and the scent of spring in every scene. And in this lonely place, she was not so alone. The sky knelt down to welcome her smile, as her eyes fixed upon the sun-rays of a new day. She felt a soft breeze, and then a faint melody; the melody of a mockingbird; familiar sounds, but nothing real. Then one by one, those forgotten bits and pieces resurface.

She recalls all those things along the way. The gestures of love; the song of hope. He was a compass of dreams, a philosopher of thought, and she, the goddess of his make-believe. And in the quiet of the night, he sang to her with his laughter as she danced to the chant of his sweet delight. She caressed his pain; sometimes with kindness, and sometimes with silence; and in his endless disbelief, she bore his storms. She had become a friend to a stranger from another world; a world cursed to never be.

Between you and me; The bridges . . . The walls . . . And when they said it was impossible, we showed them how it could be done –

A while, and then halfway before her end, that which she thought had destroyed her paradise, was the thing that saved her. And it was never his fault. It was she who willed him to leave; she feared to dream, so she pushed him away to protect him from her pain. She hoped that he’d betray her; she begged for it to happen, and when he’d refuse, she’d disappear to punish him. He had to be her villain, but he was not. He was a kind man searching for hope. He told her, it would be a struggle, but they would get through it in the end – Oh, and he did try to save her in every way, but some souls cannot be saved my love.

To go back to that day, when trust destroyed her; the day he left with a promise to return, but never did –

To be continued . . .

 

© Maria Fokas/May 18th 2016/All Rights ReservedPhotograph Credits: Stuart Stevenson

Black and White



©Yucel Basoglu

Black & White by Maria Fokas

 The grandest love story ever told;

Born out of each other; into every form.

Disguised to prevail against each other:

A hidden compass in my heart for your voyage –

Your waking choices, and your sleeping adventures;

And in this world; connected by the mask of time –

He seeks the reflection of all things in majestic balance.

He refers to the ice-burg as a wasted truth;

A mountain that touches the sky; upside down, he claims –

And that same sky on the other side,

Will never touch the sands beneath the oceans of you.

And though you are bound to change,

With every change of every moment –

You are still the same, my Love.

Oh, and how the Sun loved the Moon:

Forever devoted to crossing paths, but never to touch.

And some day I will know; some day in the ink of your thoughts –

And you will paint the darkness in my eyes with the light in yours.

Some day, the pauses between our notes will be soothed by your smile.

For what is music without rest between the melodies of notes?

Oh, how selfish must love become before it turns into hate;

And back into love again . . . but I have nothing to declare.

Some day I will know all the things that were left unsaid.

In laughter, and in cries –

In caress, and in vice –

You are the center of all things.

But in the end,

I may doubt all but one; you were my spark, and I your darkest joy –

– How our world would have been different,

If we could have agreed; at least on that.

 

© Maria Fokas/April 27th 2016/All Rights Reserved – Photograph by ©Yucel Basoglu

 

Escape


Giovanni final 2

Escape by Maria Fokas

Surrendering,

The heart believes

Reflections in deceit;

Piercing into a mist for truth,

Redemption comes with a kiss.

 

© Maria Fokas/April 3rd 2016/All Rights Reserved – Credits: Photo © Giovanni del Papa

The Endless Bow


Maria Fokas New 4

                                              Photograph by Maria Fokas

The Endless Bow by Martin Hanley.

And all the gentle aching of times golden bow,
Returns never-ending like a flame ever spreading.
We are bound, bound in the everlasting bow.
Canny, the river that runs from the sea,
Runs to the hilltop, sweet nectar running free.
Holding the silence, gently they flow;
Cares drifting endlessly, together must go.

Bending the Oxbow as a new dawn is born.
Found within the circle the breaking light of morn.
Copyright © all rights reserved Martin Hanley January 8th 2016 –

 

Sweet Silenced


Martin Hanley new

Photograph by Martin Hanley

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.

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved