The price of doing art

Like the rising of the sea, you are my love, my love to me

Like an isle bare of green, without my love to comfort me

Broken rock, burned and black, you soothe the rough, you fill the lack

I shudder with the rising sea, covered by your love for me

Like the tether to a green broke mare, you are my love, my love to me

Warily I test the lead, captivated by mystery

Soft spoke words, an agile touch,

you my love, have persuaded me

I bind myself to your need, I’ll have no other master me

Like a tree by the stream, you are my love, my love to me

Caught by drought I burrow deep, I ache to cool my burning seed

Swift you come, but to tease, you drain through rock and then you leave

Me to wither and dream of spring,

with cracked bark and

an aching heart

I plead

oh my love,

my love

return to me

How can you put a price on art? Well, I just did. I just sold the copyright and the credit for writing that poem for $1.01.

I sold it through a website that pays writers dirt cheap for articles and web content. Someone commissioned a particular sort of love poem. I'm looking to increase my status as a writer on the site so I can charge more for the articles I write, so I accepted what I thought was an easy commission.

Writing an article on interior design is one thing... when I give art away a tiny little bit of myself goes with it. I always think that I can handle it. Do something fun and turn a quick buck. I always forget how it stings when I fall in love with the work. This one smarts a bit. :S

Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll reject it.

:)