• 22 Apr 2017
    The history now
    opening its own secrets
    what evil dreamed in
  • 21 Apr 2017
    Planning holiday
    just like the flight to take off
    in grounds between moods
  • 21 Apr 2017
    first date
    he staggers in late
    drunk with love
  • 20 Apr 2017
    Why the email now
    and why the bureaucracy
    while life can stream on
  • 20 Apr 2017
    still birth . . .
    the maternity leave
    she wished she had taken
  • 19 Apr 2017
    break in the wind
    the tips of corn stalks
    clear in the haze
  • 19 Apr 2017
    Legal new aproach
    and big strong twisting side pain
    but tasty mushrooms
  • 18 Apr 2017
    Who can hold straight face
    the day after the big one
    but being big too
  • 17 Apr 2017
    Big friends gathering
    mushroom forest wild wet chase
    and crazy mad rush
  • 14 Apr 2017
    First for a long time
    while goodbyes are all deep said
    clearing has started
  • 13 Apr 2017
    valentine night
    a single cherry blossom
    marks his exit
  • 12 Apr 2017
    The stranglers quick grab
    like the cyclone twist with rain
    in preparations
  • 12 Apr 2017
    shooting stars
    looking for a lost coin
    I forget the sky
  • 11 Apr 2017
    farmers’ market
    the scent of melon
    trails me home
  • 11 Apr 2017
    The one black passport
    in the verge of new cyclone
    while things happening
  • 10 Apr 2017
    moon river
    I'm frightened
    at my own selfie
  • 09 Apr 2017
    With sun like summer
    have you heard of chardonnay
    celebrating fun
  • 08 Apr 2017
    The wild calls past ways
    from all the wolves around times
    settling in present
  • 07 Apr 2017
    The blood sample drawn
    builded from the black wing bricks
    unspoken tension
  • 07 Apr 2017
    free education
    mother and I learn
    the alphabet
  • 06 Apr 2017
    Coming to confirm
    parts of the renewed past
    becoming future
  • 06 Apr 2017
    bread and butter pudding
    hot on my tongue
    his kisses
  • 05 Apr 2017
    curling smoke
    I burn his casserole
    after the honeymoon
  • 04 Apr 2017
    Fire and cold wind
    with wild rain forecast on bay
    while we talk of grapes
  • 04 Apr 2017
    we'll have courgettes for dinner
    my Italian help gives me
    a blank stare
  • 03 Apr 2017
    scorching sun
    my shadow is too small
    for the egret
  • 03 Apr 2017
    Waiting for the storm
    that messing all twisted minds
    in a small circle
  • 01 Apr 2017
    Seven tons of grapes
    picked and processed for the wine
    while the life flows great
  • 31 Mar 2017
    harmattan haze
    too many confused minds
    in Parliament
  • 31 Mar 2017
    Burning spice like hell
    with tension from other ends
    but soft flow around

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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 people 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.

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, send them an invite (it's in the menu at the top right corner, when you're logged in)

If you have any suggestions as to how I could improve things, do get in touch.

in love,
Gavin Bloemen

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