• 22 Sep 2018
    Ten years of freedom
    and her first big free beach run
    ang work all over
  • 21 Sep 2018
    Talk over the talk
    crunched between the odd times
    in parallel move
  • 20 Sep 2018
    A nonsense tension
    like a first fresh cut spring grass
    just the week before
  • 19 Sep 2018
    Again once more
    repeating the same story
    but with different touch
  • 17 Sep 2018
    Fixing the problem
    between the rain and the sun
    not purple but white
  • 16 Sep 2018
    Walk around the beach
    new smells and things discovered
    settling in good life
  • 15 Sep 2018
    Erecting the post
    digging the whole in the ground
    to cage wild jumping
  • 14 Sep 2018
    And Friday again
    turning to changed tradition
    celebrating life
  • 13 Sep 2018
    Red rush of weird thought
    tightly closed in secret box
    flow like an eagle
  • 12 Sep 2018
    She follows all day
    with lovely wag of her tail
    as she settles in
  • 11 Sep 2018
    Irrigation ties
    swirl around the line like snakes
    in the long rows walk
  • 10 Sep 2018
    Back to the scheme way
    but she jumped the fence that high
    and new life is on
  • 09 Sep 2018
    Luna in full shine
    the whiteness of her blooming
    taking everyone
  • 07 Sep 2018
    azure blue
    the chance to paint words
    across the skies
  • 05 Sep 2018
    The last time moments
    turned to new chapters ahead
    with the flow it goes
  • 04 Sep 2018
    From one rush straight to
    another hot push again
    but that's for the week
  • 03 Sep 2018
    Buds are bursting now
    in new season widening
    with wild spread around
  • 02 Sep 2018
    Touch of everything
    between the downpours and dry
    like kaleidoscope
  • 01 Sep 2018
    Looking for fragrance
    just behind own build net fence
    indulging those tastes
  • 30 Aug 2018
    Last time last vision
    history goes to the past
    but memories stay
  • 29 Aug 2018
    inhaling all that blue
    washing over me
    Altai mountains
  • 29 Aug 2018
    Cold war on other
    continents of passing life
    sixty one years on
  • 28 Aug 2018
    Move between the vines
    and wines like a deeper thought
    further in same fields
  • 26 Aug 2018
    On the fork of roads
    the last day but not the last
    and all go further
  • 25 Aug 2018
    Beach slow leasure flow
    with oysters and mussels pick
    down to evening drink
  • 24 Aug 2018
    Last night in that place
    as all will be different
    but maybe the same
  • 23 Aug 2018
    Rainbow just in front
    in the middle of the road
    bright deep in the soul
  • 22 Aug 2018
    It could be thirteen years
    but white moon covered the life's
    open horizons
  • 21 Aug 2018
    Back to the open
    good grass hills with many rows
    and back to all same
  • 20 Aug 2018
    It is dark outside
    but with the promise of white
    aurora of dogs

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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,