• 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
  • 30 Aug 2014
    smished holly berries
    smell like cardamon, even
    when I've no moon nose
  • 29 Aug 2014
    rifling through bookshelves
    childrens' books are rich freedoms,
    lunch coins well miss-spent
  • 28 Aug 2014
    Easing the tight grip
    was it energy drainage
    fight for survival
  • 28 Aug 2014
    Every bush I ask
    by rubbing in my fingers
    answers in its scent.
  • 27 Aug 2014
    Coughing the present
    with liquid opium and past
    rejecting poisons
  • 26 Aug 2014
    The broken light bulb
    and the brain capacity
    diverse dimensions
  • 26 Aug 2014
    heke te ua
    nga manu ngutu puru
    roto i roto
  • 25 Aug 2014
    blinking stars
    peep through my window
    sleepless night
  • 25 Aug 2014
    Again stoned down wide
    with the pressure of weakness
    done by own body
  • 25 Aug 2014
    picking blackberries
    right here right now by ivy
    the meaning of life
  • 24 Aug 2014
    I'll drink when I'm dead -
    the water will filter down
    through earth to my bones.
  • 24 Aug 2014
    Spiral is twisting
    and widening around me
    with old flash returns
  • 24 Aug 2014
    No! Another law
    is not an answer. One more
    law is parody!
  • 23 Aug 2014
    whisperings at night
    tossing and turning in bed
    the moon winks at me
  • 23 Aug 2014
    Energy returns
    like being a spirit self
    past is still alive
  • 22 Aug 2014
    sleepless nights
    all I think about
    is your cologne
  • 22 Aug 2014
    The white Musso's horns
    green-red creepy Hide Crawler
    made Elhaz's birthday
  • 22 Aug 2014
    hobby politics?
    florist stripping flowers said
    I must not give up
  • 21 Aug 2014
    In different realms
    and in other level insights
  • 20 Aug 2014
    Boxes of lettuce
    crisp and fresh overflowing
    arousing my mind
  • 20 Aug 2014
    woo me with roses
    and flutes of Dom Pérignon
    I’m yours forever
  • 19 Aug 2014
    First lettuce packaged
    wind the start of new era here
    what breath with fore air

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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,