Saturday, September 29, 2018

"Smells like Autumn" by Elexer Lyra

Smells like Autumn

By Elexer Lyra



Nutmeg and cinnamon,
pumpkin in pie shape,
silk touches taste buds
and glides down
with grace
like the tangerine,
lemon,
and cherry leaves.




Saturday, September 22, 2018

"Twirling Petals" By Elexer Lyra


Twirling Petals

By Elexer Lyra



Swirling gusts
brush my hair-
twirling the strands
in sequence to
the flower petals
among the wind.
If only I
could be carried
off like those
petals
and experience
flight.


Saturday, September 15, 2018

"A Contrasting World" By Elexer Lyra


A Contrasting World
By Elexer Lyra

The bright world 
around me
glistens.
Nature's contrast
pulls away darkness
from shadow.
Bricks of distortion
are placed in a haphazard
view
around consciousness.



Saturday, September 8, 2018

"Naivety" By Elexer Lyra



Naivety

By Elexer Lyra





How do you sit on your 
window sill
and not see the hell
beyond your door?
Eyes gaze at
beauty
while mistaking
high-pitched wails 
as music.

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 25, 2018

"Mother Luna" By Elexer Lyra


Mother Luna

By Elexer Lyra




Mother Luna,
love and light,
create the sky 
I see tonight.
Guide me through
my painful nights,
in hope that I will
be alright
in the end.
You are my forever 
friend 
of reflecting day.
Glistening the sorrows 
and mind trips away,
you listen 
to the inner creases 
of my mind.
Reminding me how
you are a kind
pool of whispers,
telling me now
that I am beautiful,
no matter what 
the thoughts
say.

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.