• 22 May 2015
    The kitchen small talk
    pulls new companionship string
    between food and wine
  • 22 May 2015
    brief moment
    my only sin
    is wanting you
  • 22 May 2015
    Two streams in the past
    With a smile for the moment
    Goodbye cold future
  • 21 May 2015
    Like a blood soaked war
    when forced to change uniforms
    between the day times
  • 21 May 2015
    cheerless morn
    even the birds
    chirp in praise
  • 20 May 2015
    Forward without grease
    almost stuck with signs ahead
    luring promises
  • 20 May 2015
    just a drop
    basil blooms
  • 19 May 2015
    Chapter ends again
    same story new edition
    while something stirs And
  • 19 May 2015
    first raindrops
    this month of May
    scorched earth cools
  • 18 May 2015
    i am nearly done…
    two years gone by, two more left
    this place is my home.
  • 18 May 2015
    choosing to be with-
    out you feels like a heavy
    stone with-in me
  • 18 May 2015
    a mother gathers
    her unsold melons
  • 18 May 2015
    I love a song that
    makes me dizzy, sparkling
    sounds circle my hips
  • 18 May 2015
    The deep quiet breath
    before all spins out widely
    into new orbits
  • 17 May 2015
    distant dull tremors
    shake the smoky night; endless
    yawns quake within me.
  • 17 May 2015
    I feel everything.
    My thin skin cracks at the touch,
    broken already.
  • 17 May 2015
    The new sliding door
    wide between past and future
    opens with new face
  • 16 May 2015
    my brain is that yarn
    you untangle in your hands;
    grey matter, tense knots.
  • 16 May 2015
    Winery and wine
    with old friend reconnection
    history flew across
  • 15 May 2015
    words surge at me, flood
    endlessly: phonology,
    [gɪv maɪ maɪnd sʌm pis].
  • 15 May 2015
    zap me from all directions
    and I am hollow.
  • 16 May 2015
    aged olive grove
    buttering torn baguettes
    holy lethargy
  • 15 May 2015
    The bass divagate
    sounds that pursue daily life
    in black and white choice
  • 15 May 2015
    counting melons
    at sundown
    rumbling stomach
  • 14 May 2015
    Intention doesn't
    negate consequence; I wish
    you could see my view
  • 14 May 2015
    little pink pills, please:
    strike my system, kill it
    with cool calm. soothe me.
  • 13 May 2015
    You are far, I am
    drowning under waves of fear,
    my frustration floods
  • 14 May 2015
    Through the melting pot
    of past and present life plot
    new rise from chaos
  • 14 May 2015
    fairest heart
    your smile guides my step
    mother mine
  • 14 May 2015
    my straw hat
    makes cosmic light of a torch
    midnight cicadas

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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,