I just completed my third 100 Day Project yesterday. Last year, when I finished I said I wouldn't do another, but when the time came around again to start, I couldn't help myself. There is such enormous satisfaction in doing one and I have found that I really enjoy being in the middle of it all. But this year, I went out of my comfort zone of painting into poetry. I paint almost every day as it is and while I'm certain another 100 days of watercolor would benefit me, I wanted to do something different.



So this year's project was to write 100 days of Lune Poems. A lune is an even shorter version of a poem than a haiku and felt like an easy way to delve into poetry. For comparison, a haiku is three lines of 5, 7, 5 syllables, while a Lune is a little shorter with 3 lines of 5, 3, 5 syllables. The Lune is an American version of the haiku and was created by the poet Robert Kelly. I thought by choosing a short poem style that it would be easy and I could whip out a poem in a few minutes. But brevity does not mean easy, and there are some I struggled with. It can be hard to express all the feelings and thoughts in so few syllables. Many of these poems don't do the feeling I had justice, but some capture it all perfectly.



Most of the 100 poems are based on nature, on what I saw that day, or maybe how I felt. I was in the desert a lot, so there are lots of references to desert wildflowers and rock. And it was spring, so lots of mention of green, melting snow, storms, etc. There are a lot of times when I thought I was being quite clever and profound, as one does while writing poetry.


Anyways, thought I'd share a few of the poems. No plans to do anything with this, it was just a fun project for me and made my brain think in new ways. I will miss writing them, because each one is a memory from that day. It's nice to have such a poetic record of one's life. I only made a book big enough for 100 poems, so I guess I would have to make a new one to continue on. The book itself is handmade with rice paper, stitched together and bound with a cover of shibori cloth that I dyed a few years ago.