• 24 Jul 2016
    Drain in a slow stream
    of human thoughts when they gone
    to further changes
  • 22 Jul 2016
    Big bottle drained
    to open all wide flavours
    touched from all good sides
  • 21 Jul 2016
    Soul giving freely
    confirming the life's odd ways
    in a new season
  • 20 Jul 2016
    Biggest moon rising
    searching lost soul in ocean
    dwelling in all pains
  • 19 Jul 2016
    Prolong business
    that strangely dribbling slowly
    from day to the night
  • 18 Jul 2016
    With bits of sadness
    mixed together with unknown
    comes winter future
  • 17 Jul 2016
    While rain turn to frost
    old connections reignite
    into further spin
  • 16 Jul 2016
    That slow spark of smiles
    talking to the ancestors
    like flying through void
  • 15 Jul 2016
    His empty birthday
    the first that did not happened
    just a candle flame
  • 14 Jul 2016
    Ashes heavy weight
    collected with memories
    holding in my hands
  • 13 Jul 2016
    The wild storm of life
    like sleeping above the void
    in open closed space
  • 12 Jul 2016
    The heavy burden
    on shoulders and in the soul
    in changed life chapter
  • 10 Jul 2016
    His soul drifted far
    to the vast Eternity
    of his big Dreaming
  • 08 Jul 2016
    Evening between bars
    in returns of wide passions
    in a face of change
  • 07 Jul 2016
    So miss the eighties
    when I could be with the band
    and sing anarchy
  • 05 Jul 2016
    Choked on a day food
    like sometimes on daily life
    swallowed with night wine
  • 04 Jul 2016
    The squeeze in the twist
    of not suitability
    to the opaque world
  • 03 Jul 2016
    Scraping for that point
    and run smooth easy through day
    but his state touch sad
  • 02 Jul 2016
    Alieneted thought
    lost in the winter thicket
    the hunt will go on
  • 01 Jul 2016
    Return to the cold
    but all stabilising now
    without the madness
  • 30 Jun 2016
    Back to self yourself
    like to the free winter day
    lost and gain all self
  • 29 Jun 2016
    Like a Darth Vader
    the labyrinth of movies
    sleep monitoring
  • 28 Jun 2016
    While not feel with wine
    if can fullfil everything
    those small thoughts running
  • 27 Jun 2016
    That magic lost day
    engraved deep in memories
    come back with more twists
  • 25 Jun 2016
    Night of scream no sleep
    how to become a lobster
    everchanging world
  • 24 Jun 2016
    The day of the sun
    like stir of revolution
    while quiet still life
  • 23 Jun 2016
    Almost wasted all
    in a slow dragging down things
    in a mood of shade
  • 22 Jun 2016
    The war of the craft
    or the craft of the war been
    while still debating
  • 21 Jun 2016
    In directors cut
    slow pouring down with the day
    the minutes of life
  • 20 Jun 2016
    The shortest day long
    with all it strange followed by
    the short longest night

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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,