aron blesch


Waiting - Poem by aron blesch

Trees on my street,
Branches covered white,

Your hunger is waiting for its muse..

Come and nourish,
Come spring come,

Come and clothe me,
With your naked hands.


Comments about Waiting by aron blesch

  • Rajaram RamachandranRajaram Ramachandran (3/21/2007 11:13:00 PM)

    A good welcome song to the naked white snow (Report)Reply

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  • Marci Made (3/21/2007 9:07:00 PM)

    This is really nice, I like your use of words........branches where I am are also covered in white and the ground as well..........Your poem warms it up a bit..mm. :) (Report)Reply

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  • Charles M MooreCharles M Moore (3/21/2007 7:55:00 PM)

    Perceptive and lyrical, Nice write. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011


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