Everything and Nothing – Day Three


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas The Art of Losing – Elizabeth Bishop wrote: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master.” With so much losing every day, it seems that we should be accepting it as an inevitable end; but we rarely do. Every time we fall in love with a moment, a unique person, or that life long accomplishment, its fragile end is always near; it seems. – But what exactly is it that we grieve; the moment, the person, the accomplishment; or is it ourselves within that loss? Everything we’ve ever loved, and lost, has shaped … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Three

Anticipated Memories


Anticipated Memories The wickedness of collapse, is that it comes in idle whispers. It takes you in its arms; numbing the yearning to dream. In quiet steps, it alters the world you thought was real. The present is misplaced, and in the depths of darkness you descend. You see a glimpse of truth in your attempt to trust. A faint spark of memory keeps coming back; There it is; nearest to your heart, that little thing called love. My muse had a charming way of bringing back the dead.    – In all its imperfections, it was a perfect World. … Continue reading Anticipated Memories

The Bridge Across the Sea


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 … Continue reading The Bridge Across the Sea

A Song for Sophia


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

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

Little Boats


Life Boats by Maria Fokas Little boats stippled along the horizon of a golden sea; Inside my head, taintless journeys with innocent intentions – Temporary moments that last forever; recurring with seasons’ comings Tenuous threads that never break, beautifully wrapping wasted space in time Lifeless obstacles beneath the surface; like a vice, never committed Exempt from the fear of loss; I gather my drifted self – Bereft of a farewell kiss; {up in the sky} clouds cover me like an ivory laced blanket; On the day of the dead, my life begins with antithetical inclinations of love – Autumn frosted maple … Continue reading Little Boats

The Sword


The Sword by Maria Fokas My mind in helpless roam Antique dreams and harp whispers; Between losing and winning Hearts wintered in leaves that float ashore Shallow rays of dizzy lights – Mirrored in the dead of night I close my eyes again; The sword falls from my hand A word sharper than a sword Before we turn to stone. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved / Image: Gladiaotor/Warrior Stock Photos.com Continue reading The Sword

The Art of Waiting


The Art of Waiting by Maria Fokas A hush beneath the sea, whispers into each string of night; precisely, and endlessly. Dreams bend back on themselves, like fragile circles hoping to be traced. Where the two ends meet, the dream is nurtured; where the two ends part, the taste of sweet love remains – Each of the two circles is true, but the truths are not the same. And as the night wakes, our sun disappears beneath the earth; once more, no rest in waiting. The sea turns from deep blue to bright red; reaching words from land to land and … Continue reading The Art of Waiting

The Flame


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