Obsidian
Crisp and bare,
like a wingless fly on brass-blue rock,
or occult jewels set in
an ebony Fabergé,
tinted in a dull
supernova.
The plangent poise of
sable-folded wings in glazed gunpowder;
a breath of fire;
the paradox of an
opaque sun.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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