Francois Hillebrand Poet I do not know?

A World In Thunder

A nurse licks at her fingers, behind desk in horrid pose,
Within a building, flashing, a number on my rose,

I’ve felt the hand of dew, 
And have dipped in the cold of eye,
And have bled outside, inwards,
Just to drain her crimson sky,

I’ve seen the rain turn upward,
So why do these rhythms, that gave you birth, now close,
The veins of every beat that I have given, 
In a single line? 

A whimper, now, 
I’m just below,
Green dewy fingers,
Streak along, 

It’s her hand in dew...

My dreams drown under!
So soon to awaken, within a world in thunder!
And as I lie buried, I’m left to the rain,
A city in thunder, confronted once again.

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 6, 2010 at 3:53 PM Thank you for sharing your poetry with us here at PoetrySoup Francois. I hope you plan on being here and writing for years to come. It was a pleasure to read your poetry today. Wishing you the best always. Love, Carol