• 15 Nov 2018
    All the time is same
    doesn't matter what you do
    evil comes from deep
  • 14 Nov 2018
    In to windy town
    with all the good food and wine
    and best music show
  • 08 Nov 2018
    It is on a verge
    the balancing act between
    split togetherness
  • 07 Nov 2018
    Those little babies
    how nicely and fast they grow
    stripping their bottoms
  • 05 Nov 2018
    Again in the rush
    when days are getting warmer
    but home nights are cold
  • 04 Nov 2018
    Fight for a fight sake
    nowhere to go nowhere else
    nothing to achieve
  • 02 Nov 2018
    When the way is lost
    and all roads leads to nowhere
    stop and slowly breathe
  • 31 Oct 2018
    through midday hike
    the scent of palm wine
  • 31 Oct 2018
    Head of the pumpkin
    like itching face dilema
    stigma of decline
  • 30 Oct 2018
    Rain soaked me again
    and again can't finished work
    that started again
  • 29 Oct 2018
    Cold cathed after all
    if not enough going through
    time of abrasion
  • 29 Oct 2018
    forest hike
    in place of conversation
    whispers of trees
  • 26 Oct 2018
    hiking trail
    a seagull's cry
    leads me to summer
  • 25 Oct 2018
    hiking trail
    scattered cherry blossoms
    point the way home
  • 25 Oct 2018
    And still the same thing
    don't even know what to think
    the pain of it thicks
  • 23 Oct 2018
    fighting tears
    at my graduation
    memories of my mother
  • 23 Oct 2018
    Rust on bends down hard
    when the ground is like concrete
    pushing hard to blood
  • 22 Oct 2018
    Another public
    holiday that slowly drags
    workload to nowhere
  • 20 Oct 2018
    The beach escapade
    where everything seems get right
    and lost again still
  • 19 Oct 2018
    Back in Friday place
    usual things and faces
    good to be around
  • 17 Oct 2018
    Is like a dog life
    when something new is to see
    or left ignored is
  • 16 Oct 2018
    Another Tueasday
    slow move and further ahead
    nothing everything
  • 15 Oct 2018
    Changing infection
    to inflammation on spot
    with one thorough check
  • 14 Oct 2018
    Long and rolling time
    steady but constant work load
    the last vintages
  • 13 Oct 2018
    In the sun and wind
    slow move of doing nothing
    time to rest between
  • 12 Oct 2018
    Maybe the death cure
    unpromised vacination
    and chip number found
  • 11 Oct 2018
    where the horizons
    kiss the meadows
    I said yes
  • 11 Oct 2018
    Long stretched day at work
    with the rain for a spring change
    dragging still own pain
  • 10 Oct 2018
    splinter of sunlight
    washing the meadows
    the moment I said yes.
  • 10 Oct 2018
    The sun is on high
    and all craziness has spread
    season has started

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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,