The first e-book in the new My Ten Cent Poems series will be 30 poems where the basis for the poetry will be the artistic works and life of Edvard Munch. His iconic work The Scream is known worldwide. Munch was a complex individual creating extensive opportunities for a poet. Throughout his life Edvard Munch struggled between love and work. I shall capitalize on this conflict in my poems.
Why “My Ten Cent Poems?”
The plan is to put poems into chapbooks consisting of twenty to forty poems. At ten cents per poem the plan will be to sell each e-book for $2.00 to $3.00 USD. It is hoped that those who enjoy my poetry will purchase some of the chapbooks to help defray the cost incurred in maintaining my blog.
At this point my plan on rolling out these chapbooks is to produce one per month. I have estimated that this will be done over the next three years. The poetic form will vary based on the need to making a compelling argument. However, as in the past foundations for each poem will be built on a image and the history of the period.
My blog will need to come down for a period which I hope will be short. The blog will have a new look that will allow readers to move around the blog more efficiently. And of course there will be a store where you will be able to purchase a few e-books.
Making printed books available was given much thought. However, producing them would reduce research and writing time. Therefor at this point no printed chapbooks are planned. It is my hope that you will follow me and cheer me on. I have written out a basic plan so there is no backing down now.
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We stand staring at each other While soft winds play with her long hair. Sliding my hands across her face Feeling the softness of her skin While coaxing hair behind her ears. Tilting my head moving closer To the fullness of her red lips. Her electricity moving Through every nerve in my body Producing a desirous state. So strong I cannot hesitate. Dreaded pain. I was turning blue. We stood staring at each other While soft winds play with her long hair.
I’m a bee flying here and there Seeking what is bright and real sweet Always looking at what they wear I’m a bee flying here and there Looking for one for whom I’d care She is out there. I’m eager to meet I’m a bee flying here and there Seeking what is bright and real sweet