• 19 Feb 2017
    After three parties
    packing for summer remains
    before southern trip
  • 17 Feb 2017
    In own element
    with dig deep old vintages
    where things get well set
  • 16 Feb 2017
    Getting ready like
    jumping over the great wall
    for the trip beyond
  • 16 Feb 2017
    silent bells
    beyond the hollow stare
  • 15 Feb 2017
    whiff of hope
    trails the homeless boy
    Christmas pudding
  • 14 Feb 2017
    And he came visit
    to the busy crowds at warf
    wagging his furry tail
  • 14 Feb 2017
    blood moon
    the light dims over
  • 13 Feb 2017
    I let in the sunlight
    with his departure
  • 13 Feb 2017
    Why just write something
    instead of going to sleep
    while the world wording
  • 12 Feb 2017
    Rudeness just like that
    is only rudeness nothing
    else ever matters
  • 11 Feb 2017
    Golden sand and rocks
    with the ocean sing of love
    deep through the bay flew
  • 10 Feb 2017
    rising and falling
    dry leaves
    in harmattan
  • 09 Feb 2017
    morning ritual
    I sip my coffee
    with the breeze
  • 09 Feb 2017
    Warm taste of the north
    with big red hint of deep hue
    but small tension laid
  • 08 Feb 2017
    recaptured moment
    drinking in the flavour
    of a lost love
  • 08 Feb 2017
    Why write anything
    while the day brings lost chaos
    about time that gone
  • 07 Feb 2017
    morning rain
    even more blue
    the horizon
  • 07 Feb 2017
    Oxygen hard in
    the surrounding air without
    further light breathing
  • 06 Feb 2017
    a pause
    in my breathing
  • 06 Feb 2017
    The freshness of waves
    and ring of the stones rolling
    down with water breeze
  • 05 Feb 2017
    A little clown, she
    brings love and light. She is my
    beautiful daughter
  • 05 Feb 2017
    Beautiful platform,
    back after over a year;
    gosh, I've missed this place
  • 04 Feb 2017
    If now you say cheese
    flavour in my mouth that melts
    together with wine
  • 03 Feb 2017
    The wolves of the north
    rejoicing in new life of
    silver bracelet sound
  • 03 Feb 2017
    Architecture sings
    in spaces warm bodies wane
    Cutting plane, skin arch?
  • 02 Feb 2017
    While the war is there
    we just quietly sit tight
    warming our cold
  • 01 Feb 2017
    rows and rows
    adorning the temple path
    zen garden
  • 01 Feb 2017
    Gold sands and swift streams
    of long indecisiveness
    brings attach further
  • 31 Jan 2017
    Second day of slow
    steps in right way direction
    out of way to day
  • 30 Jan 2017
    The quiet settle
    and the sea in its glory
    with the wine depth touch

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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,