Pieces of Longing
ANONYMOUS

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Pieces of Longing
2nd Edition out now!

Pieces of longing:
your skin by the Bosphorus,
your breath in my ear.

Pieces of Longing is an anonymous collection of poetry created from 2015-2017. It focuses on longing, love, loss and hope. This 2nd Edition is expanded and revised with the best of 2017.

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Poem 71 of 100 . this is how we are together becalmed on our rose sea you and I asleep drifted beyond the last dark marker together reading a spinning heading this is how we are on our rose sea becalmed together . #piecesoflonging #matthewjpearson .
Poem 70 of 100. I went sailing today on a new sea. . . the sea remembers you the years have brought us both here forgetting all your lines, your silver chains your movements under these forgotten hands the sea remembers you your red sails and banners
Poem 69 of 100. . I will go toward you my Josephine rose in this empire of women in the trials facing man I will go by the absolute sea on the jade cries of gulls I will go by the chestnuts and the oil and cloves nothing in my soul but hope nothing i
Poem 69 of 100. . I will go toward you my Josephine rose in this empire of women in the trials facing man I will go by the absolute sea on the jade cries of gulls I will go by the chestnuts and the oil and cloves nothing in my soul but hope nothing i
Poem 68. . I am jealous even of a stray limb of outstretched moon that points down to you . I will meet you by the rose gate where the wrought bars beckon to a night of warm amber . I cannot be quieted though I may be quiet for years the soul has man
Poem 67. . why are the wide avenues barred the bars closed, the cafés shuttered why are our secret hopes scattered while secret hearts wait in the weighted dark for maps of buried gold for maps of sacred wells to be finally drawn up from the desert
Poem 66 of 100. . I am building an altar to the sky that I will name for you, hanging the bodies . of aircraft on steel wires rare red moths on pins I am setting mirrors . into the concrete walls placing lights in paper vessels drifting down rain-fil
Poem 65. . the broad sea fills with sunken suns the soundings of the years are taken up samples of sand and broken shell the surrounding click of claws at work from a smooth, grey watermarked floor patterned with far-off wavelight here the sky is clo
Poem 64 of 100. . I came to launch a fleet to race around a silver mark . to race across a cross sea, fare against the waves . I see them, sails all bent flashing running before a gale . a racing fleet still racing for the prize of not returning for