• 23 Apr 2014
    curious to see
    Jules Verne and faraway places~
    steampunk nocturne
  • 23 Apr 2014
    early morning, I
    stretch my arms to the sky and
    soak in those bright rays
  • 23 Apr 2014
    The whole push fast pace
    catching up the breath behind
    streaming through the week
  • 22 Apr 2014
    leave the office...quick
    before the raindrops get fat
    Splat! her shoes now soaked
  • 22 Apr 2014
    thinking of you, &
    you, thinking of me; time, space,
    meaningless aren't they?
  • 22 Apr 2014
    Mouse traps explosions
    and clog up dripping grinders
    on a wrong set ups
  • 21 Apr 2014
    I stepped through the gate
    to a carpet of bluebells
    in the wood beyond.
  • 21 Apr 2014
    Trying to focus
    but I'm just wondering if
    DVDs are dead.
  • 21 Apr 2014
    Next busy twist push
    but with this return sunshine
    setting out snap traps
  • 20 Apr 2014
    I've gone off course twice
    now. Veering back on. Make me
    stay. What's this again?
  • 20 Apr 2014
    Smell of new blossoms
    sweet, strong. Whiskey nightcap on
    a happy Easter.
  • 20 Apr 2014
    Be quiet...Listen...
    A bustle in your hedgerow?
    Wabbit Hunting Day!
  • 20 Apr 2014
    Fair fair fairy share
    with spill all over the day
    extracting good rain
  • 19 Apr 2014
    Riding bicycles
    down the road with my girls
    under spring's blue sky
  • 19 Apr 2014
    Too many energies
    twisting round the wild spiral
    but family calm
  • 18 Apr 2014
    a faint haze of green
    shines through winter's grimy shroud
    spring, I presume
  • 18 Apr 2014
    I woke in the night,
    not unlike Madeline, know-
    -ing I'd forgotten.
  • 18 Apr 2014
    Picking white flowers
    off the pear tree, learning to
    appreciate spring
  • 18 Apr 2014
    While the rain torments
    the space we play wild and loud
    the day unfolds shines
  • 17 Apr 2014
    Heavy droplets weight
    tired life in a puddles
    with elephant dreams
  • 16 Apr 2014
    Sinking to hell with
    a millstone around my neck -
    weight of mother's guilt
  • 16 Apr 2014
    confusion, pleasure
    fear and panic filled the day
    which has come to rest
  • 16 Apr 2014
    springtime suffering
    eyeballs that won't stop weeping
    nose running away
  • 16 Apr 2014
    As the moon gave light
    we thanked and asked for blessings.
    A beautiful night.
  • 16 Apr 2014
    Finishing touches
    fraying filling and fixing
    aligning the past
  • 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...

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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,