• 26 May 2017
    spring moon
    a cerise blossom
    floats on its shadow
  • 26 May 2017
    Bombarding the zoo
    with memory history
    and flip of her lie
  • 25 May 2017
    Streaming through all sides
    community in support
    against rough offence
  • 24 May 2017
    childhood memories
    dropping my pants
    in front of daddy's workers
  • 24 May 2017
    Sledgehammer way in
    in the cold pre-morning breeze
    then slow the time down
  • 23 May 2017
    Drip drop like a cloud
    slow movement of a gray mass
    with few lights between
  • 22 May 2017
    harmattan moon
    a leafless tree leans
    on its shadow
  • 22 May 2017
    Tic tic the cold clock
    while the sun that doesn't warm
    slowly passing by
  • 21 May 2017
    Winter gets inside
    trembling with all the wrong signs
    of child social acts
  • 20 May 2017
    Despite cold and warmth
    after the day of five years
    good to have home fire
  • 18 May 2017
    whisky breath
    a kiss from the boss
    sealing my performance
  • 18 May 2017
    Seized all the grinding
    and stop freeze the still movement
    but pull out the sword
  • 17 May 2017
    old pond
    the daring stretch
    of Basho's frog
  • 17 May 2017
    Health complexities
    raw fluoride conception
    swallowed with red wine
  • 16 May 2017
    empty breakfast
    all the sugar disappear
    in a sea of ants
  • 16 May 2017
    Deep in line of doubts
    suffering consequences
    of misbehaviour
  • 15 May 2017
    outdoor choir practice
    we sing
    with the mosquitoes
  • 15 May 2017
    Cat's wild and mad scream
    and lost insanity zip
    twist the night backwards
  • 14 May 2017
    The high queen of dreams
    in foreign lands of strange mist
    touching my worlds through
  • 13 May 2017
    On a lost space ship
    like old gods in full glory
    enter Valhalla
  • 12 May 2017
    Radio from console
    reminding sound through birthdays
    those new memories
  • 11 May 2017
    foggy morning
    the IT man talks
  • 11 May 2017
    In the strings of rain
    hypocrisy and slander
    from dark to darkness
  • 10 May 2017
    linking enemy lines
    a trail...
    of cherry blossoms
  • 10 May 2017
    The slow rainy day
    draining the extra free time
    at empty bar work
  • 09 May 2017
    still the geese return—
    flying headlong by instinct
    to a better place
  • 09 May 2017
    Winter whirlpool drip
    slowly but constantly sucks
    summer enthusiasm
  • 09 May 2017
    Easter showers
    I cup a confetti
    of blessings
  • 08 May 2017
    Quieter steps soft
    but with the murmur in head
    the end of season
  • 08 May 2017
    my father's funeral
    the siblings
    I never knew

Forgotten password

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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,