• 03 Dec 2016
    The slow pace of life
    in the day like it should be
    together with sons
  • 02 Dec 2016
    Return to old times
    when lazy family days
    fulfilling weekend
  • 01 Dec 2016
    by the moonlit river
    she dances naked
    summer breeze wanes
  • 01 Dec 2016
    Where all the roads leads
    ahead in one direction
    twenty years still on
  • 30 Nov 2016
    overnight snow
    the sparrow’s flight
    tracks the blue sky
  • 30 Nov 2016
    Prolong discussion
    ripped the skin raw on both sides
    with sharp painful bits
  • 29 Nov 2016
    unsung evening
    a thin smoke curls
    from her hearth
  • 29 Nov 2016
    Wide plentifulness
    of even tasting glasses
    in different subject
  • 28 Nov 2016
    deepest night
    even the owl is silent
    graveyard shift
  • 28 Nov 2016
    Tension tighten tie
    in a work field of time void
    awaiting action
  • 26 Nov 2016
    Shine the old building
    that act for different school
    escape war love zone
  • 25 Nov 2016
    Busy hit like hell
    of summer spreading around
    with extra bottle
  • 25 Nov 2016
    dawn breaks forth
    in a perfume of colours
    autumn garden
  • 24 Nov 2016
    autumn breeze
    the tree scatters its petals
    among friends
  • 23 Nov 2016
    a light weight affair
    to carry you in my heart
    roses in autumn
  • 22 Nov 2016
    The moment just came
    that things are asking for change
    and it is the time
  • 21 Nov 2016
    river reflection
    the stars take a dip
    with the fishes
  • 21 Nov 2016
    Those days with the marks
    all question marks you can rise
    forever in time
  • 20 Nov 2016
    The white day of sun
    while chasing all purchases
    within all limits
  • 19 Nov 2016
    Back to normal ride
    with sun set over the wind
    and both of them smile
  • 18 Nov 2016
    The beasts sneaking wild
    around my head in a dance
    of forgotten tongue
  • 18 Nov 2016
    harvest moon
    still counting melons
    I forget the sky
  • 17 Nov 2016
    old pond
    beneath the silence
    a dead frog
  • 16 Nov 2016
    The energy pull
    still strong that sucks everything
    plus paranoya
  • 16 Nov 2016
    rustling silk
    among the lilies
    the dance of a butterfly
  • 15 Nov 2016
    glimpse of heaven
    a leafless tree leans out
    in supplication
  • 15 Nov 2016
    The strain and shake push
    the craziness continue
    with that shiny moon
  • 14 Nov 2016
    Shaking widely long
    and drain with rain and strong wind
    nature shows her rule
  • 14 Nov 2016
    his smile and mine
    a sun-kissed truce
  • 13 Nov 2016
    Speed over the ridge
    for an new strange arrival
    to fulfil the moon

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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,