Sparks of Light


Sparks of Light by Maria Fokas Torn to shreds by spite; But it will pass, like all misfortunes do. Our greatest fears come true, sometimes; Truths which scar the soul – But it is not the silence which breaks me; It is what silence leaves behind in its passing – And in my grieving moment; The defeat is not of a lost love. I fought for you with all my might; As if it were my last battle – How can we know the truth from a lie? Surely not by generous manners – Could it be by a gentle touch, … Continue reading Sparks of Light

The Bridge to the Other Side:


                                                                              Photograph by Maria Fokas Setting of Beneath the White Willow – Novel by Maria Fokas Promise me, you will do the things we dreamt of doing together  Promise me, and if we ever meet again – I promise to make things right. . . . Darkness has taken hold of me; there is no plea for my weakness  But I will not forget: The times you held my hand, when I was far above the ground The times you held on, when I disappeared into the underworld And if by chance, you ever trip and fall; For doubt … Continue reading The Bridge to the Other Side:

Somewhere only we know


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

Raw Moments in Time


There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing … Continue reading Raw Moments in Time

Maria Fokas/ Photography


And when I stumble upon a scene which takes my breath away  – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not yet sure if I am taking something that does not belong to me, or whether it isn’t the image I am immortalizing, but actually, that very second I am witnessing movement in the realm of time. There truly is a story in everything; may it be in color, or the lack of it – may it be concrete, or abstract – a laugh or a cry; the spark of the story will always be there. … Continue reading Maria Fokas/ Photography

Photography


  “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  – Ansel Adams                                                                                                                       … Continue reading Photography

The Red House


The Red House by Maria Fokas My eyes opened to an empty day: How long has it been, a decade, a century? I swear! Only a day; you’ve been gone one day. The wilderness of silence hovers over me. And that unspoken word, still lingers in my head – You said – good-bye, with the word “Regards” A formality with such powerful blow To hatch the beast that mocks my loss. In the red house  – no enemies remain; no one but me, I lean my head against the window pane; Way above the sky, a warm light comes down! I … Continue reading The Red House

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep


  Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep By Mary Frye 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.   … Continue reading Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

STILL I RISE


STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness … Continue reading STILL I RISE