Showing posts with label art by Elexer Lyra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art by Elexer Lyra. Show all posts

Saturday, September 1, 2018

"Welcoming Autumn" By Elexer Lyra


Welcoming Autumn

By Elexer Lyra



Fox of mellow nature
meet the windy
autumn of your ancestors.
The once young leaves
now fall
as you will once
your time comes.
Embrace the quite
letting go of 
worries
made by the 
soundproofing
which has fallen
and is now underfoot.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

"Listen to the Ocean" By Elexer Lyra


Listen to the Ocean

By Elexer Lyra







Coastal waters 
of understanding
wash over me
in a blanket
of gratitude
and warmth.

As your lips move
and mine
stay silent.
Your words are threads 
of fishing line
tying my mouth 
shut. 

Saturday, August 11, 2018

"Mazes of Success" by Elexer Lyra


Mazes of Success
By Elexer Lyra





Turning paths of
metropolis
circles in meditative
mazes of thought.
Motivational posters
for the finish line
with no hint of it's
location.
Found only by those
who kneel,
dig with bare hands,
forget the maze,
and find the tunnels
lined with gold.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

"Cinders" by Elexer Lyra


Cinders

By Elexer Lyra





Scolding pencil tips
melt into my veins.
A cauldron is alight
to hone the fire
of pen and paper,
lit by moonlight.
Hair catches the flame
and fills the brain
with motion,
until the body glimmers.
The last stroke makes me
cinders.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

"Kaleidoscope Rainbow" By Elexer Lyra



Kaleidoscope Rainbow
By Elexer Lyra





I change my colors
To match my soul.
I am not stagnant
Like a pond,
Happy with the smells
Of a complacent life.
I am,
More one color
Then the next.

Never a flat shade.
I have edges of emerald
And violet,
To breath in the grass
Between my toes.
Onyx centers
Grounding me.

Always moving thoughts.
Triangles of indigo
And tangerine,
Lend me knowledge
Between the pages
Of books
And experiences.

I am a kaleidoscope rainbow.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

"Dancing With Succulents" by Elexer Lyra

"Dancing With Succulents" 
By Elexer Lyra





Silent strokes
Of dancers
Feet,
Floating
Through air
With sweet
Longing.

For Summer’s,

Drying dreams
Of Gaia’s
Ice,
Melting,
In earth,
To meet
Lips quenched.