Ghost of Perfection…
written by: Jules Winerose
@Jewelverse @TheGreatWilson
Body of shame.
It haunts in tatters.
All this grief smites all that matters,
’til there’s no one left to blame.
It has the fading scars
of good ol’ times
plastered
like old paint:
Tattoos of radiant beach sunsets;
forgotten “beneath” the shore
of its memories
like that first page
under a mountain of print-outs.
Its ethereal grasp
never touching a thing,
yet it finds itself
touched
by desire.
Where goes the time?
Past yet to come.
It’s broken scales that balance wine,
yet it’s sober to passion’s drum.
Jules Winerose is a writer who lives in New York.
He believes that writing, like ugliness, is not just skin deep... for a writer, it "is" the bone.
Under soft moonlight he writes poetry, and through a spell-powered microscope, he writes mostly science-fiction, fantasy, and his favorite blends of both.
He believes that writing, like ugliness, is not just skin deep... for a writer, it "is" the bone.
Under soft moonlight he writes poetry, and through a spell-powered microscope, he writes mostly science-fiction, fantasy, and his favorite blends of both.
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- Ghost of Perfection… - April 7, 2016
