Photography/Maria Fokas

Must We Part?

St Stephan Park Dublin

Must We Part? 

Sunset lingered behind the clouds;

Rain drops; warm like the 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



Earth Day


An eternity of holding onto the edge of her thoughts –

She leads me into her sorrows beneath her celebrated joys.

We play in the waves of her mood with the changing of her seasons.

I lose myself in her cries, when old scars hinder her needs.

Those gestures that delay her sleep, I can never change.

“What burns inside your heart today?” she whispers in the morning bask.

And I am grateful for her generous touch;

In all the memories of my todays,

Knowing she will never miss me –

In the chaos of her tomorrows.


Dedicated to the Earth Day

PicMonkey Collage TREE and DAD

At the foot of my father's birth place stands a one thousand-year old Tree. 

© Maria Fokas Photograph/All Rights Reserved –

Featherless Wings

Mother Nature

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

The Rain

Maria Fokas New 4

The Rain by Maria Fokas

Oh that gentle rain, aching to come back, time and again.
No warning to let you prepare.
Like a bow and arrow to ruin your day.
Can you plan around such a tease?

Oh sweet rain, running free . . .
I will keep your secret; and be grateful for thee. 
Happy to welcome that gentle drop;

On my lips, and down my neck;

To whisper . . .

I just like coming back –

© Maria Fokas/all rights reserved, and Photo Credits/ 2017


The Bridge Across the Sea

The bridge

The Bridge Across the Sea by Maria Fokas

On my death-bed, I say my last goodbye.
I do not utter his name; a forgiving tragedy;
And to his final question: I speak a lie.

I shall not shed another tear for the moments denied.
I shall not shed another tear for foolish twisted humanity –
I shall not shed another tear for that weakness to suppose.

Erase me from your past; . . . the years you have forsaken me –
Each genuine day;
Each generous hour;
A love I embraced: In pure desire, his lips I kissed –
Every bit of madness; the craziness that tempts the soul.
I took for caring: the longing, and the need –
Every plunge into the darkness of my fears;
The times we hid from that harsh world of ours;
The poetry they devoured; between our silence, and our words;
By your strife; my heart has turned to stone – Erase them all!

A fictitious reflection of me has passed away;
I did not utter his name, today.

I crossed the bridge; without his darkness in my arms;
I wish for no more time.

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved/Photograph by Maria Fokas [Dublin]

Wandering Winds of Time

the winds

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 will dull away in time.

Put pen to paper, and let them all know!
Every feast we savored, was a spark to light our way.

Carry the winds of time, to no end:
Salvage our shattered dreams, from each alluring storm.
And in your precious words, fear not the thrill of doubt:

Though the gods were never on our side,
I was your muse, and you were mine;
In that brief moment of eternity.

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved/Photograph by Maria Fokas [Dublin Sky]

We Have Not Long To Love

Photograph by Maria Fokas

We Have Not Long To Love By Tennessee Williams

We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day….