• 29 Feb 2024
    Remember what was
    imagine what's possible
    create what will be
  • 16 Feb 2024
    A misty morning
    wayward winter waterfowl
    lined up at high tide
  • 14 Feb 2024
    Words written and left
    Candles left waiting in sand
    For lovers to burn
  • 31 Jan 2024
    Forbidding facade
    Cold, cracking, crumbling concrete
    Grey, grim, glowering
  • 25 Dec 2023
    Warm Christmas day walk
    Beautiful cacophony
    All cultures and faiths!
  • 22 Sep 2023
    Fifteen years has passed
    of life in different ways
    time to move further
  • 19 Sep 2023
    Watching those light clouds
    telling me the past story
    of loved ones that gone
  • 18 Sep 2023
    Could not imagine
    that deep pain and the lost thought
    bring me back here now.
  • 18 Dec 2022
    Soft infinite tones
    Sunset in a cloudless sky
    high tide reflection
  • 18 Feb 2022
    Beyond dusk tableau
    the sleeping garden awaits
    spring awakening.
  • 26 Jan 2022
    The winter stink bug
    residing in a glass jar
  • 19 Jan 2022
    Pile of random rugs
    cacophony of carpets
    seek floors to cover.
  • 18 Jan 2022
    Edges freezing first
    water's middle waits its turn
    as cold continues.
  • 07 Jan 2022
    Pure water won't freeze
    there must be impurity
    for crystals to form.
  • 06 May 2021
    Certain chords, notes, tones
    In concert with each other
    release our feelings.
  • 02 May 2021
    Bee’s bumbling ballet
    buzzing, bumping blossoms, with
    beautiful purpose.
  • 10 Jan 2021
    The old mill's windows
    Overlook the waterfall
    That once moved millstones.
  • 31 Dec 2020
    In a time of masks
    Eyes begin speaking before
    Our muffled voices.
  • 30 Dec 2020
    Live long and prosper
    The Vulcan greeting makes sense
    Touching not required.
  • 29 Dec 2020
    Storied shoes of an
    impossibly cool person
    in need of repair.
  • 30 Oct 2020
    Wet carpet of leaves
    on the dark morning sidewalk
    Dog walks her owner
  • 22 Jul 2020
    Made the move over
    to a new server today
    I hope it's faster : )
  • 24 Apr 2020
    The story of "real"
    Of stuffing and bald spots and
    carefully kept, love
  • 18 Apr 2020
    X marks the spot; a
    marker of heavens mercy
    What has been is gone
  • 17 Apr 2020
    Hip hop hopskotch, child
    I pull your hair, you pull mine
    That innocence lost
  • 16 Apr 2020
    Craving your touch: you
    god of the open closed hands
    and the steeple point
  • 11 Apr 2020
    love versus practical good
    old common sense ok
  • 10 Apr 2020
    Bonds of self-other
    One blooming, aids another
    Truth walks towards you
  • 09 Apr 2020
    When gifting another;
    healing magically mutates
    Return and receive
  • 08 Apr 2020
    Does grief crack a heart
    exponentially open?
    Raise all things higher?

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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,