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My Heart’s Whisper

Maria Fokas

My Heart’s Whisper by Maria Fokas She caresses the strings of her burning thoughts, Humming her secret in the midst of warm nights. A note or two off beat of course – but unique in all its beauty. Like the seasons’ cries,  she recounts her worries, Searching for that one to keep. She chants the letters of her lover’s name – A few drops on autumn leaves.   Then with time, Fragile snowflakes – between the sky and me – Descending – like expectations owed. And with the final season, She reclaims (the right) to love again. And I ask … Continue reading My Heart’s Whisper

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House of Pain

Maria Fokas

 House of Pain by Maria Fokas  In the house of pain the music plays softly. There are books scattered in every corner of each room. The lights are always dimmed but the scented candles never lit. There is writing on the walls: Beware things could be Worse – In the house of pain no one complains about silly things like the taste of food. A stormy day is one when we do not listen, The hour of fun is one when we do not speak. In the house of pain there are no cries in the middle of the night … Continue reading House of Pain

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The Red House

Maria Fokas

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

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The Lonely Rock

Maria Fokas

The Lonely Rock by Maria Fokas It was the scent of love that kept her near “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered (in her ear) – She wanted to stay but her heart had shattered Their moments wrapped in petals of jasmine She fought her demons by planting dreams She sang to the lighthouse across the seas She hid her cries in quotes of delight But she never, ever dared – to say good-bye Her soul weary, drained in vacant words “Please forgive me, for all I could not be” – She urged her mind to expose her weakness But … Continue reading The Lonely Rock

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Things I love

Maria Fokas

  THINGS I LOVE by Maria Fokas Roses; the colors of thirty-leaf roses – The sound of your voice; when you smile Long margin relics in forgotten books Humming of Minor Notes   The times when you ring The times you need to hide The feel of freedom; rain on my side The way you embrace doubt When you welcome change Your insistence to forget my name Chocolate, with caramel centers, from Belgium Letters which tell enchanting stories Poets who make love without being sorry A hot cup of coffee; a cold glass of tea Mornings when you wait for … Continue reading Things I love

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The Scent of Connection

Maria Fokas

The Scent of Connection by Maria Fokas And when I stumble upon a picture that takes my breath away – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not quite certain whether I am taking something that does not belong to me, or actually immortalizing that moment, 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. © Maria Fokas  2014/All Rights Reserved Continue reading The Scent of Connection

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Samsara

Maria Fokas

Samsara by Maria Fokas With a torch in one hand and a key in the other, she stands alone before a crossroad. The paths are glowing below the full-moonlight sky; with her first step, she opens her eyes, again. She cries between lives and dances between deaths. She claims that nothing is ever lost – but that is never the case. She recalls three forms – past, present, and future; as blessed souls, return to the other side. Her travels are spread across the continents, with no care in the world, searching for a friendly face, but they have become so scarce. … Continue reading Samsara