I’m talking. This way. See your skin. In the rain. Where you go. To get grins. And to stupefy smoke rings. From a mouth. That never. Ever. Touches the things.
Sitting in. A Doughnut shop. Cold coffee in the grout. Pebbles on the window sill. I take. My pen. Force you. To tug of war. A battle of ink. And brains. It’s a game. I say. And thank God. You played. Pull. Push. Tug and release. For ownership of. A pen covered in grease.
I let. You win. But I got. Your hand. First time. We touched. And a smile. I saved.
And a smile.
And a smile.
I had a pen. And dreams of flying. I had breathing. And angel wings. But in a Doughnut shop. Tasting of things. I had a smile. That became a ring. A ring I found. In a store. On the edge of dreams. And forevermore.
So I balance. A pencil lead. On the lamp. Beside the bed. And every third day. In rain. And snow. In gloam, hail or woe. I fight. For dominion. For conquest. For victory. Of eyes. And smiles. And precious things. Started in a Doughnut shop. That led to a ring. Because pretend. Is just games. And you.
135 thoughts on “An Unusually Short Post That Has an Unfortunately Really Long Title”
Sexily done! 🙂
I got the moves, Pete.
I concur! 😉
Well thank you.
haha, you can never get bored here.I’d say i liked it but the title was like you said outrageously long,very misleading.
I try to mix it up… just need to figure out what the ‘it’ is. Anyway, this one was inspired by a Goddess.
I have no complaints at all.
I am verklempt.
Brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my face.
Happy does it. It’s almost spring… time to turn to thoughts of love, no?
You’re one diverse cat.
Some would say “all over the place”. I like your description better.
lucky girl 🙂
And a strange one to boot… thankfully.
Simply lovely, clever and fun. and donuts.
I used to eat them by the half-dozen. But she cured me of that.
This is the first romantic rap song ever.
Do you know an Irish author named Roddy Doyle? He writes in couplets similar to this but they don’t rhyme.
That’s interesting that you took it that way, as a rap song. I don’t know what I was going for, it just blurted its way out when I wasn’t watching.
Haven’t heard of Roddy Doyle… someone I’ll have to look up.
All this post needs is a strong 4/4 backbeat.
Doyle’s most notable work is the novel The Commitments, which was made into a pretty good movie. But he’s written a ton of stuff since then.
That guy! I remember that movie, and I’m a huge Glen Hansard fan. Well, will have to check him out – thanks for the tip, Mark.
Glen Hansard is great live. And his guitar really is that beat up.
And he’s got that voice… that insane voice.
awww, someones got the Valentine mushes….. that was so sweet, I just got a cavity! 🙂
When the weather warms up, a young man’s fancy turns to love… I’m just trying to do a work-around, cause it’s still flippin cold here. Warm up already, weather!
Aw, your romantic side is showing. I love the backdrop of the doughnut shop. Say no more. Most excellent.
I was certainly speechless.
As were the doughnuts, Elyse…
Well of course. Love. Donuts. Always sweet.
Well said, mon ami.
OMG that was beautiful…
You should see her.
I should… I should also, before I mention a party that starts on Friday, that Friday starts in Australia on Thursday… and I bet it won’t be Sunday somewhere till Monday… sigh
I love extra long weekends.
I need a wrist brace
Um, what for exactly?
hey now… I have like carpal tunnel
Um, how’d you get that?
my wrist is numb…
Um, how’d it get numb?
get on the other post
wait… where the hell is this comment from???
I. Love. This.
My thanks. I have to show her at some point.
Love and donuts, and you got the girl?
well played, Sir!
Now and then, the stars align over the doughnut shops in the best way possible.
That’s some beautiful prose
I wasn’t sure if it was pose or poetry, but it didn’t seem to care one way or the other.
Either way it is art and I like it.
Thank you, my friend.
This was great! Seriously, really really good.
I didn’t have to stretch too far to find the subject matter.
Just. A few.
Hee hee hee…
Hee. Hee hee.
You old softy
Soft in all the right places… that doesn’t sound good.
Beautiful. And I agree. Long sentences are overrated.
Well said, X.
Wow. Seriously. Good. Trent.
You must. Post. Something. No rush. But hurry.
I’m hungry for donuts and smiles and love…and kissing. Really great post!
I got over the doughnuts, but the smiles and the love… never.
I still owe you a conclusion to your poem. You are just really intimidating with the way you spin words… I must be worthy.
You think WAY too much of my skills which baffles me considering what an amazing writer you are. Hurry cause I love the story we are writing 🙂
You honour me way too much.
I’m on it. This evening, I should think.
Beautiful! I felt every word. xx
Hey, where have you been? I haven’t seen anything out of you in ages!
Writers block and crazy hectic things going on. I’ve missed writing and I appreciate you missing me! This piece of yours is genius! xx
Thank you for that. But please come back and write some stuff for us.
I have and I will! That’s a promise!
I did just post last night, though. xx
Really? I’ll pop over.
I. Love. This.
Sometimes, Audra, I guess you have to poetize. Thank you.
You do it so well sir.
Short but brilliant.
Two descriptors never used in conjunction with me… thank you Hook.
this is like fresh cream strawberry cake amongst all the caffeine loaded crap people are pulling on each other these days. its so nice to see you mushy trent! 🙂 and perfect for this week where I see people either over doing it or under doing it. You did just about right! 🙂
Thank you my friend.
This is seriously gorgeous.
And I’m pissed off that your posts aren’t showing up in my reader. Because this was too good for me to miss.
This makes me want to at least TRY writing poetry again.
And now I want a donut.
Not sure why that is, but I had a few people I was following that I had this problem with. I de- and re-followed them.
I’ll mail you a donut. But in exchange I want a poem.
This one. I love this one.
Thank you Jones. It’s all about her.
*swoon* I love this. 🙂
Thank you Rara – just trying to capture the woman, which is the most impossible thing I have ever tried to write about.
Great to see you here! I must admit I’m honoured to see you in my hood.
Thank you, my friend.
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And this is why Trent is cooler than I am.
Aww. This is so cute. 🙂
Hey thanks. And it’s a true story to boot.
🙂 That doesn’t surprise me. You’re welcome!
Hey, Mr. “I’m Not a Fan of Poetry,” this is quite a nice prose poem here. I very much enjoyed reading it.
Oh yeah… so I’m a bit of a hypocrite, I guess. My wife inspired me, what could I do?????
Love makes us do strange things.
Like poetry? I’m going to go check out some of yours now.
Thanks! Hope you’re not disappointed.
Just saw your newest haiku- and I liked it. No worries there. But I give higher marks to “Hunger” (but I’m biased towards fiction).
I understand. I’m kind of biased toward fiction myself. Thanks again for reading!
Beautiful poem. So hard to write about love without being sentimental – you nail it here. It tells a story in an image and in its structure. I wonder what made you choose those punchy sentences? They work.
I’m not sure actually, Becca, I think the rhythm just sort of inserted itself into what I was doing. Thanks for the compliment – poetry’s not usually my thing, but I guess I dabble.
Wholly crap you’re a great poet!
Nah I’m not, but this is about my wife, and she rocks.
yes you are
Hey, I’ve read some of your poetry. And some from TwinDaddy now. And even Art. And Brice and Alicia and Cezanne, and the Doc and Audra and Shards and Susan D… there are some real real genuine talented poets around here, I’m not for a moment putting myself in your guys’ class. I’m gonna stick to the fiction.
Trent really you’re an awesome poet. You know what, if you ask any of us we don’t think our work measures up to each others. I think my crap is just amateur.
All us artist think like this I think.
It does seem to be a common trend, doesn’t it?
Yes it does!
Yah, but you know, you write and poetize and paint… and that’s amazing.
Long sentences are overrated, although I’m guilty of using them far too often. This is beautiful.
Thank you. The subject of the little ditty is also beautiful.
Special, like the woman, Trent.
She is something else, Paul.
Very clever, love it!! 💜
Why thank you! It was inspired by someone a bit exceptional.
I read this and Pickle and am already a huge fan! great stuff
Why thank you very much! Feel free to stick around. I’m a fairly engaged blogger – much enjoy establishing relationships with folks.
definitely will! 🙂 I started blogging three months ago and people like you inspire me to continue!
Well you should check out some of my friends on WordPress, I’ve been with them (and them with me) for a couple of years, and many are far more accomplished (and better) than me. It’s a pretty amazing community but you have to really work to make it happen. I find that there are a lot of pass-through bloggers out there, who don’t stick around, but when you find people who want to stay connected, it’s pretty awesome.
sure 🙂 would love to. Suggest me some if you like! Meanwhile feel free to read my blog!
Just hang around the people who comment first on my blog posts, they’re long-timers, and excellent people. In the meantime, I will follow your blog for sure and hopefully we can stay in touch.
https://curiousitygotmecom.wordpress.com/2016/04/07/the-choice-is-yours/ do read 🙂
I just read it. Excellent. But how come I can’t follow your blog? There’s no option for that at all.
thanks for the follow!
My pleasure. Like your writing.
Never mind, I found a way… did it manually and added you. But you should really find a way to stick a follow button on your blog somewhere.
yeah I’m using the free version…has its limitations!
I use the free version too, just go into WP Admin and look for ‘Widgets’, you can add a Follow button to your blog that way.
I now understand facebooks ‘love’ option and found myself reaching for it instead of screwing my nose up at it….
just soooo beautiful I hope someone feels the way about me one day
I can’t see how anyone would not feel that way about you, Poet.
thankyou for warming the cockles of my heart. x