• 19 Sep 2014
    Closely enwrapped
    with the own inner circle
    but open to side
  • 18 Sep 2014
    She turns red with sun
    Late afternoon wind kisses,
    cover restless feet
  • 18 Sep 2014
    Adding few new steps
    into the ongoing flame
    may the fire burn wide
  • 17 Sep 2014
    Buzzing trees greet me
    I don't stop my car, Listen
    Their invitation
  • 17 Sep 2014
    The letter I wrote
    from the side of baricade
    against hypocrisy
  • 16 Sep 2014
    Now is like an
    autumn leaf - colorful,
    beautiful, gone.
  • 16 Sep 2014
    Tornado drive past
    on average day of quiet life
    leaving fresh ripped path
  • 15 Sep 2014
    Charlatans we are
    dwelling deeply inwards self
    but are we like gods?
  • 14 Sep 2014
    Great new western road
    in long calm conversations
    peace and quiet rise
  • 13 Sep 2014
    She dreams she can
    run to the edge of the world
    and touch the sky
  • 13 Sep 2014
    Double self portrait
    inner thoughts wild subconscious
    locally drive pass
  • 12 Sep 2014
    Winery first shot
    yoghurt extravaganza
    made easy rain flow
  • 11 Sep 2014
    New solution came
    like a light in pitch black space
    they shouldn't touch fire
  • 10 Sep 2014
    Eyes in wild darkness
    of men other inner worlds
    sees raises and falls
  • 09 Sep 2014
    Lone cicada sings.
    I walk by through empty lot,
    look his way and nod.
  • 09 Sep 2014
    Unseen clash through Cracks
    washing down uneasiness
    swim down with calmness
  • 08 Sep 2014
    Water will wash sins
    when the world will burn with fire
    at the tip of bow
  • 07 Sep 2014
    Red wine grapes and cheese
    square orbit smoked fish surprise
    he bliss those moments
  • 06 Sep 2014
    The sun warms the sons
    submerged in the bliss of their
    fathers open heart
  • 05 Sep 2014
    The maroon is gone
    with three generation trip
    out of the health bless
  • 04 Sep 2014
    Deep breath with head up
    through the water and the dust
    new era stept in
  • 03 Sep 2014
    Went through Inferno
    bleeding guts on a life roads
    raised to sunny day
  • 02 Sep 2014
    The tube inserted
    deep inside into my guts
    can see myself out
  • 01 Sep 2014
    The clock ticks and
    I wait for my time to come
    but it doesn't
  • 02 Sep 2014
    Twelve weeks of heart flakes
    given over as time capsule.
    Rain dusts the lucerne.
  • 01 Sep 2014
    The old battery
    come to rest with my last meal
    before new dawn point
  • 01 Sep 2014
    A calf presses up
    into its mother, drinking.
    I am lost in them.
  • 31 Aug 2014
    The Sunday with Sun
    rested quietly after
    system settlement
  • 31 Aug 2014
    Any feather found
    has already done time
    as a bird, and now?
  • 30 Aug 2014
    The alien blood drip
    start gashing in my body
    hospital shadows

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What is haikuary?

The term 'haikuary' is a blend of the words 'haiku' and 'diary'. Haiku is a short form of poetry, originating in Japan a few centuries ago.

Haiku normally contain 3 lines totalling 17 syllables, in the order of 5 / 7 / 5

Matsuo Basho, Japan's most famous writer of haiku, will illustrate the form:

Wrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger

she tidies her hair

A simple and beautiful glimpse into a flake of his life.

Here it is again, broken down:

Wrapp-ing dump-lings in (5 syllables)
bam-boo leaves, with one fin-ger
(7 syllables)
she tid-ies her hair
(5 syllables)

Why did I do it?

I was sitting with a friend in a Japanese restaurant in Auckland, New Zealand. Whilst waiting for our food I wrote a haiku on a paper placemat. It was something about noodles jumping into my belly and that we shall be good friends.

My friend suggested that this kind of simple poetry would benefit the children in her class and help them reflect on their day-to-day lives. I agreed and decided to create something online that would enable that, for everyone.

Taking time to reflect on the tiny and often forgotten moments in our daily lives can be cathartic and it's amazing what you can capture when limited to just 17 syllables; it focuses the mind.

But haikuary is not about Poking and 'I Like This!' so feel free to switch on 'private mode' (in your settings area) and keep your writings personal, or share them with the community and inspire others.

Why the invitations?

This was never going to be a giant project, and I wanted to ensure that the humans creating their daily haiku were here for the right reason; to take time out, to reflect. I believe that word of mouth, friends inviting friends, tends to be the best way of achieving this.

It also makes it a little special.

And it's yours

Whilst this is a great place to write and centralise your haikuary from anywhere you have an internet connection, you should ideally download your writings as often as possible.

I will do my best to ensure your haikuary entries are safe, but we all know how technology can let us down. Personally, I download my haikuary at least once a week. Go to the menu inside your account (top right hand corner) and select Download as PDF - I have designed it to look like an old book, so it's a really nice thing to keep and read over in the future.

Thanks for sharing

I hope you enjoy adding to your haikuary every day. If you think you know someone who may also enjoy taking a small amount of time every day to create their own, then please send them an invite (it's in the menu at the top right corner, when you're logged in)

If you have any suggestions of how I can improve things, please get in touch.

All mi fondest,
Gavin Blowman

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If you have any questions or suggestions, please email me,