• 15 Apr 2014
    What does it mean when
    a red bird comes into your
    house? A guardian
  • 15 Apr 2014
    I really do hope
    the universe bestows up-
    -on you a daughter.
  • 15 Apr 2014
    Meetings spontaneous
    with friendship still up and flow
    and pre dinner spark
  • 14 Apr 2014
    at the light, she waits
    young face, crusted hands, old soul
    an untold story
  • 14 Apr 2014
    Yesterday's haiku
    didn't make any sense. I
    thought I had a point...
  • 14 Apr 2014
    Ritual is planned
    tomorrow's lunar eclipse
    coupled with full moon.
  • 14 Apr 2014
    you said it so nicely,
    the moon heard
  • 14 Apr 2014
    Tambora changed world
    My colour is black black black
    Divergent I am
  • 13 Apr 2014
    two of life's
    bourbon and taxes
  • 13 Apr 2014
    The thin line of im-
    -agination shrinks thinner
    to paranoia.
  • 13 Apr 2014
    Winter cut into
    with its dampness and darkness
    part hibernation
  • 13 Apr 2014
    queer fear ignored means
    sharing almonds, making dens
    with some real lovelies
  • 12 Apr 2014
    boiling sap on fire
    ash in wind, smoke in air
    syrup end product
  • 12 Apr 2014
    a razor blade nick
    a peroxide washing out
    clean, healing, scar-free
  • 12 Apr 2014
    The screams to wake you
    may the cobwebs clearing rite
    clear the space of sleep
  • 11 Apr 2014
    A connection to
    be made I'm not & neither
    are you, dear. Let's go.
  • 11 Apr 2014
    she cried for the world
    to revolve around her but
    it just wouldn't
  • 11 Apr 2014
    In the brakes matters
    and the whole wide suspension
    fix way is balance
  • 11 Apr 2014
    the work, reworking,
    words wrapped around a branch,
    given where destined
  • 10 Apr 2014
    suddenly springtime
    sunshine warms the air
    only shirtsleeves going home
  • 10 Apr 2014
    This morning I felt
    doubtless. This afternoon I'm
    entirely doubtful.
  • 10 Apr 2014
    Grinding the day as
    it comes in all of colours
    on diverse rainbow
  • 09 Apr 2014
    Remember that Tales
    from the Darkside episode?
    Lady sutures mouth.
  • 09 Apr 2014
    green grass slopes easy
    down to the creek, water drifts -
    my noon thinking place
  • 09 Apr 2014
    Brutal massacre
    in other world while we spark
    our coffee talk
  • 09 Apr 2014
    fire cosy night
    an oboe joins whale songs
    my first love letter
  • 08 Apr 2014
    Creating New Life
    Is One Of Our Greatest
  • 08 Apr 2014
    visceral figments
    our leisurely ghosts~
    tell me, do you go there, too?
  • 08 Apr 2014
    intense emotions
    for a tender heart-- I see
    past the calluses
  • 08 Apr 2014
    A walk in the park
    A lobster tail by the door
    A wire on the tile

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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,