• 25 Jul 2014
    I go to the end
    of my wits, turn round promptly,
    and come back to them.
  • 24 Jul 2014
    Spot in the same spot
    dragged through the day way long
  • 23 Jul 2014
    Morning's dreary rain
    ends with sun rays slicing like
    knives through the clouds
  • 24 Jul 2014
    all the horses
    cake round the tree
    in its shade
  • 23 Jul 2014
    Contact after years
    conversations that open
    new stir in old tunes
  • 23 Jul 2014
    I am content
    with the gift I have
    your heart
  • 22 Jul 2014
    Memory march past
    and return to times with new
    Fanatics of Fire
  • 22 Jul 2014
    you and I
    dancing on the moon
    all night long
  • 21 Jul 2014
    dreaming of you
    dancing on the moon
    all night long
  • 21 Jul 2014
    So payment is made
    and now the long wait for ship
    not wheels but ocean
  • 21 Jul 2014
    watching the news
    an old woman repeating
    oh dear, please God, oh
  • 20 Jul 2014
    Return to rutines
    shackled with the icy clouds
    burning path ahead
  • 20 Jul 2014
    warm stifling indoors,
    cold submersive noon bathing
    scalp, limbs, face, and all
  • 19 Jul 2014
    Cat scratch the eye wide
    and salmon catch quick die slow
    to return through hill
  • 19 Jul 2014
    bending the bones
    the resistant thresholds of
  • 18 Jul 2014
    you and me
    on magic sea ride
    the waves sing
  • 18 Jul 2014
    Out of the waves come
    the pounamu earth soul
    wharariki breeze
  • 18 Jul 2014
    will i miss
    the repetition
    when it ends?
  • 17 Jul 2014
    this feast of jewels
    shimmers against the lush greens
    wafting aroma
  • 17 Jul 2014
    Over the steep hill
    up to the brisk waterfall
    scream the energy
  • 17 Jul 2014
    Where are you going
    without your shoes? Down the path
    the cool of the shade.
  • 16 Jul 2014
    I dreamt of one boy
    killing another - nightmare
    killing my night's peace.
  • 16 Jul 2014
    I won't lock out
    the love or the joys, although
    I can't lock them in.
  • 15 Jul 2014
    His birthday small joy
    celebrated with winning
    white double dragon
  • 14 Jul 2014
    driving me crazy
    with your lollipop kisses
    blooming silver dew
  • 14 Jul 2014
    Cheering for white shirts
    upside down in the couch side
    intense month it was
  • 13 Jul 2014
    What the moon brought up
    with light over the fog clouds
    where calmness settle
  • 12 Jul 2014
    The rain stop us from
    running outside closing in
    text over the moon
  • 11 Jul 2014
    I woke up wrestling
    my alarm clock - all clumsy
    arms, sweaty digits
  • 11 Jul 2014
    Just stretching slow life
    the first day of holiday
    living good moments

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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,