• 23 Mar 2017
    noonday heat
    the priest's words
    drip on his cassock
  • 22 Mar 2017
    And before I fall
    again and again I will
    play hard good life still
  • 21 Mar 2017
    Slow and rush mixture
    but without compromising
    duel of self be
  • 20 Mar 2017
    Wine without the end
    the night that brings the strangers
    but keeps those well known
  • 19 Mar 2017
    Slow but prolonged shot
    in dirty oven reburst
    while pouch has been found
  • 18 Mar 2017
    Wild empty places
    at the far end of sky road
    through the sea and clouds
  • 16 Mar 2017
    Internal hell broke
    spinning around in wild dance
    burning flesh and mind
  • 15 Mar 2017
    Double skull feature
    with long taste thin crust between
    celebrating life
  • 14 Mar 2017
    Twisted deeper hard
    around the ear that bursting
    with all paradoxes
  • 13 Mar 2017
    The ear of lost pain
    while the rain bursting the skins
    of the weird season
  • 12 Mar 2017
    Swinging wide around
    back between realities
    two worlds in one touch
  • 11 Mar 2017
    Two days hop the hills
    on the big flat vine jungle
    to taste wine and food
  • 09 Mar 2017
    The pleasures of joy
    between morning and morning
    in small big touches
  • 07 Mar 2017
    merry-go-round
    the dizzying spell
    of my son’s first smile
  • 07 Mar 2017
    Grey rain that slowly
    in a change of lost seasons
    settling the road dust
  • 06 Mar 2017
    Mind indigestion
    up and down rollercoaster
    through the good slow day
  • 04 Mar 2017
    Sick mental wild burst
    full of demands and false blames
    out of psycho wreck
  • 02 Mar 2017
    night rain
    the stars look down
    in tears
  • 02 Mar 2017
    The week with the loop
    where all things are similar
    but so different
  • 01 Mar 2017
    Next schedule change
    live is alive as always
    but love strengthen more
  • 28 Feb 2017
    My first born bright star
    turning new age in himself
    with silent longing
  • 27 Feb 2017
    Back into routine
    with usual long hours
    and big tiredness
  • 27 Feb 2017
    Feb 14
    only my muse and I
    on the couch
  • 26 Feb 2017
    Taken in best space
    week in a different world
    the time of wild joy
  • 24 Feb 2017
    in the marshes
    a weaver’s apartmen
    bird technology
  • 21 Feb 2017
    a bit of breeze
    caressing my dreams
    garden romance
  • 19 Feb 2017
    After three parties
    packing for summer remains
    before southern trip
  • 17 Feb 2017
    In own element
    with dig deep old vintages
    where things get well set
  • 16 Feb 2017
    Getting ready like
    jumping over the great wall
    for the trip beyond
  • 16 Feb 2017
    silent bells
    beyond the hollow stare
    Christmas

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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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