White Sheets Poem by Des Agos

White Sheets



how many evenings
I waited in the night
with my candle
and a thorn in the heart

absorbed
in old memories
silence
are my words
that time
have stopped singing

Empty words that dip
in white sheets
and come alive
before my eyes
making poetry

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