• 29 Aug 2015
    Why am I awake?
    Before noon on a weekend
    So very tired
  • 29 Aug 2015
    Slow overload flow
    with busy days after days
    and in touch of touch
  • 28 Aug 2015
    Our run to the mall
    to catch what we have to do
    with joy of being
  • 27 Aug 2015
    Three years ago, I
    was the bright-eyed baby; now
    my eyes are jaded.
  • 27 Aug 2015
    Now all is so late
    with fresh seafood risotto
    old music brings sound
  • 27 Aug 2015
    lingering fragrance
    I stumble on mother’s scarf
    frayed with memories
  • 26 Aug 2015
    Becoming in sync
    Animalistic urges
    Start of something new?
  • 26 Aug 2015
    we mourn differently:
    you, wistfully dramatic
    i, honest, in pain.
  • 26 Aug 2015
    mother’s scarf
    I stumble upon her memories
    wrapped in fragrance
  • 26 Aug 2015
    Black poisonous soot
    falling down like a spring rain
    marking seasons change
  • 25 Aug 2015
    Waning summer heat
    Dampening all it touches
    Sweet fruits well-deserved
  • 25 Aug 2015
    The chimney is blocked
    the fire bird unscheduled
    its own last time smoke
  • 25 Aug 2015
    just that dawn touch
    perfumed breath
    misting my window
  • 24 Aug 2015
    A boring Monday
    Very little to report
    New days may bear fruit
  • 24 Aug 2015
    Move to stay alive
    Evolution makes me sweat
    Thank you ancestors
  • 24 Aug 2015
    chestnuts
    floating on rippling laughter
    the sound of water
  • 24 Aug 2015
    OVERWHELM—cold tea
    OVERWHELM—patternless tiles
    OVERWHELM—options
  • 24 Aug 2015
    Sickness is slowly
    conquering body and mind
    but it could be stress
  • 23 Aug 2015
    A Sunday spent well
    Executing long held plans
    So, just rest is earned
  • 23 Aug 2015
    Weekend to myself
    And Never Mind the Buzzcocks
    Makes me miss Britain
  • 23 Aug 2015
    Gold seeps in, slowly
    drenching leaves in honey, then
    pulls them to the earth
  • 23 Aug 2015
    Still shaken mind flow
    contr-reacting in hard flow
    taking busy flow
  • 22 Aug 2015
    Solitary day
    Doing whatever pleases
    Living with myself
  • 22 Aug 2015
    He pass in my arms
    hit by a sudden seizure
    life shocks with fear pain
  • 21 Aug 2015
    Mistakes will be made
    But he who doesn't try will lose
    Choose the path of love
  • 21 Aug 2015
    Deeper in symbols
    with the Wolf and the Eagles
    to intuition
  • 21 Aug 2015
    old pond
    children’s laughter
    floating with the chestnuts
  • 20 Aug 2015
    The news broke today
    Shattering realities
    Forward, or apart?
  • 20 Aug 2015
    Drive through the mud like
    long tunnel to the future
    with solutions sparks
  • 20 Aug 2015
    silent splinter
    through the velvet darkness
    a blue halo

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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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Contact

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





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