Cailey Martin

(love) Letter To The Sun's Expiry - Poem by Cailey Martin

My ears are full of clay but I
Collect secrets like stones,
Trace handprints on the wall.
One day, I and all will be nothing
But ashes in a paper bag.

The closing hour is past;
I keep my stories near, so that
They will not cast a shadow.
Empty glasses sit on coasters
As easy words evaporate.

I’d like to inscribe myself
In stars—what heavenly disarray! —
I chase airplane lights instead.
All plans are bitten bones;
My head is perfectly ensnared.

So vigilant I remain in my guard,
That shadows do not go unmarked.
I watch my feet soak.
The solar incentive brims on
And I am transfixed.

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, beauty, death, existentialism, immortality, life, life and death, loss, love, mortality

Comments about (love) Letter To The Sun's Expiry by Cailey Martin

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/30/2015 6:43:00 AM)

    young, but a real poet. Welcome at Poem Hunter, Cailey!
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    Cailey Martin (8/31/2015 10:30:00 AM)


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 1, 2015

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