Thousand Poems Project


The rules are pretty simple:

  1. write 1000 poems
  2. blog at least one a day – whichever, doesn’t matter
  3. quality is not a consideration IN THE LEAST!
  4. this is strictly about production (like in NaNoWriMo)
  5. stay focused!!!!!!!!
  6. save EVERYTHING
  7. plan a reward/celebration

start writing . . . GO

I began my challenge on 9/11/11 (not a deliberate date, just coincidence). Currently at 625+ (9 April 2013) 921

such a simple goal it seemed: write a thousand
poems. twenty-nine months it took to write
them, and that is the surprise. so much time,
so much life come and gone rivers flooded
droughts come and gone ice storms and ice fog nights
summer with tornadoes and storms of past
resurrected to haunt the now such love
gained and lost lovers won and tossed aside
not for lack of love, never that, but for
incompatibilities love not over-
comes . . . the dog euthanized . . . landslide crumbled
to dust returned the father leagues of life
traversed and each mile unmarked is a poem
failed or captured matters nothing in the end. . . .

David M Pitchford
11 Feb 2014

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13 thoughts on “Thousand Poems Project

  1. Heh, I’ve just returned after a long hiatus and come here to say hello and catch up with your comings and goings to find a daunting challenge, making me feel like fleeing undetected. On second thought tho, I laugh in the face of danger. I drop ice cubes down the vest of fear. How have you been, David? I’m impressed with your progress regarding the challenge! I’ll be back soon. Fondly, janetleigh

  2. and . . . my hard drive burned out on the 22nd, so . . . I lost somewhere over 100 poems and have to recover those before commencing. I am therefore altering the deadline to May 22. Working past the demotivation of losing the work as well as feeling like an idiot for having gone so long without backing up my data . . .

  3. such a simple goal it seemed: write a thousand
    poems. twenty-nine months it took to write
    them, and that is the surprise. so much time,
    so much life come and gone rivers flooded
    droughts come and gone ice storms and ice fog nights
    summer with tornadoes and storms of past
    resurrected to haunt the now such love
    gained and lost lovers won and tossed aside
    not for lack of love, never that, but for
    incompatibilities love not over-
    comes . . . the dog euthanized . . . landslide crumbled
    to dust returned the father leagues of life
    traversed and each mile unmarked is a poem
    failed or captured matters nothing in the end. . . .

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