CurveA Poem by Brian ConradThis is a poem dedicated to my lovely wife.Loss of line, depraved of thought Cool wind blows as the night drops Where light does not burn And wind does not freeze Oh my lovely Lady Your curve rises from above me Everything I shall never be I follow to infinity Out of synch and lost on rhyme I spin my wheels and waste my time All for chance of a curve To lift this mortal turn She lies in wait, beyond my mind From top to bottom I am entwined For all I sake and all I care Go be and forever lie there © 2013 Brian ConradAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrian ConradDenver, COAboutI live in Denver Colorado, and have been writing since first grade. I eventually moved into poetry around thirteen years old, and then wrote a novel in my twenties. The novel never went anywhere, bu.. more..Writing
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