wicket...

Boxing Day #wicket an Oz win toasts surviving the Christmas chaos #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 December 2024 at 10:59

purity...

#purity’s disguise flame tongues lick, molest the dark devouring its face the #purity of the legendary phoenix is in its rising #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 December 2024 at 11:20

If you look very carefully into the flames in this photo, you will see 2 very distinct faces...and perhaps there are more...

Do flames summon souls from yesteryear???? 

everyone needs a place to retreat...

everyone needs a place to see

the beauty of the world beyond the chaos

everyone needs a place to hear

their personal dreaming songs

everyone needs a place to taste

the healthy fruits of today

everyone needs a place to inhale

the breath of fresh tomorrows

everyone needs a place

to sense their own tribe

their own being

and feel whole

 

neglected summer leaves...

we admire

the ephemeral glory of

autumn leaves

before they fall

and even when they fall

we admire

winter's leafless trees

for their artistic shapes

and we take the opportunity

to admire a sky

through the silhouette

of leafless branches

and then there is spring

leafy new growth

enhancing blossoms

a banquet of exciting beauty

but summer leaves

are silent 

in the world of words

just a backstage reminder 

that bunches of leaves

on big trees

cast shadows

welcome relief from

a burning summer sun

we really know little of

summer leaves 

the eucalypt leaf

can hang like a pendulum

creating a soothing

hushed orchestra

when a summer breeze drops by

the eucalypt leaf is

the diet of choice for

a hungry koala

however

visual beauty

seems elusive

these leaves all seem dry washed in

an olive green

sameness

but

look again

the summer leaf 

actually

can adopt

many faces

only some eucalyptus leaves hang like pendulums

often only the newest ones

on the end of twigs

but of course

there are exceptions

deeper into the tree

rogue young and mature eucalypt leaves 

teamed on a single branch

clearly are absorbed

in their very own

unique

summer dance

a pose is frozen

till the summer breeze 

ignites

their special summer dance

on a crowded dance floor

of jostling identities

and that applies to the eucalypt trees

other summer leaves

embrace

their own story

indeed

summer leaves

adopt

many faces

but their strength is their role model resilience

especially the eucalypt leaf

it weathers all seasons

and no season tells the summer leaf when to fall

the summer leaf falls

when it needs to fall

making room for new life

a subtle kaleidoscope party...

a subtle kaleidoscope party a #monochrome palette of shadowy light over secret colours #tanka #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 December 2024 at 22:59

my hiding space???...

in my mind

I am hiding

I let friendly leaves

be my costume

my mask

in my secret space

I can watch

the watcher

but if you move

I fear 

you see me

I know

I sense

in your mind

you see me

a flight of white clouds...

 

a flight of white clouds

shaping and re-shaping

random connections

I see memories

my furball closely watching

as she used to be

wings wide open

a gift from friendly angels

a waiting embrace

after the silly season passes...

after the silly season passes I intend to exchange my frustrating 'to do' list for an ever evolving exciting date with my 'to be' list #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 December 2024 at 15:25

feathered thieves...

there are thieves in black or adorable, cheeky cute frustrating screechy thieves in white #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 December 2024 at 12:05

cautious sketching...

a year ago today

I returned to a little cautious sketching

it's been awhile

quite awhile

(back in the days when my children were very young

I wrote

and illustrated

stories for them)

for now, I tend to sketch

(and sometimes paint)

in fractured blocks of time

my confidence has fragile limits

above all

I do not wish to copy

an image

a style

or even underlying ideas

of others

my writings

(especially my poetry)

and my photography of unusual

scenes or perspectives

are my sources of inspiration

 

if that fails

sleepless nights can be quite useful

as may be a second cup of coffee - no sugar

and so it could be

that my writing, my sketching or my paintings

may require a second glance

if you wish to tune in to my songline

of something different

P.S.

I am still dabbling - but progressing in regularity 

and cautious confidence

 

self-imposed prison...

self imposed prison hiding from pressurised heat reminiscing awakening to so many undervalued gifts given me at some stage in my life gifts I did not want at the time even found some cruel but now I realise I needed those old heartaches to be the stronger identity I am now #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 December 2024 at 12:11

a touch of Christmas tears...

 

there is a sadness in 

a lone figure

quietly walking 

an old, winding track

treading

the shadows

beneath overhanging branches

beneath tangled trees

beneath a pot pouri

of filtered light

there is a particular sadness

when you have known that figure

for quite some years

and this, his moment

returns at Christmas time

he told you once

that you were his peace

his first and only peace

in life

those words soothe

all the sharp pain of old questions

and what is left is

a precious thought

perhaps we were meant to be together

for a space of time

we gave each other a gift

hopefully he has his eternal peace 

I have his strength

his drive to test out creative ideas

and his deep love of animals

and now

it is time 

for me to move on

P.S.

André Léon Marie Nicolas Rieu is a Dutch violinist and conductor. He has been playing a medley of songs this morning.

He has just begun playing Somewhere My Love...we'll meet again someday... 

I think I have just received a wonderful Christmas gift from the Universe...

healthy teamwork...

father and son

leading teacher and student

healthy teamwork

gardening chores

allocated role plays

balance the load

family outdoor tasks

an earthy bond grounds and shapes

family connections

 

identity lies in what we hold...

https://t.co/52Ixo71gWW

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 9, 2024

being alone...

new beginnings

often involve meditating

with the usual coffee

being alone

with your own thoughts 

does not mean

being lonely

laced

in your own dress style

does not mean

being laced up

new beginnings

often involve being watched

by the usual watchers

 

thoughtful videos...

thoughtful videos
keep the kindness bug alive
in the toughest soul#haiku https://t.co/tfdkCZJzlj

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 8, 2024

fraudulent charades...

fraudulent charades
entitled egos scrapping
for terminal power#haiku pic.twitter.com/68GyBRUW7L

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 7, 2024

may you never be perfect...

https://t.co/GV93BBnhzF

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 7, 2024

ladies of the note...

 

ladies of the note

Edith Cowan

social reformer and Australia's first female MP

Mary Reiby

from convict to successful business woman

Mary Gilmore 

writer and journalist

role model women in early Australian history

all honoured on our bank notes

on the reverse side

but in my purse

they all line up

on the front

honouring the powerful storm in Temora last night...

 

IMAGE CREDIT: Yanni - prolific photographer on the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria 

captured this moment on Port Phillip Bay

feral night stage

explosive booms challenge

fevered zaps of light

electric thrills

impromptu anxiety

wills more shock attacks

freestyle

orchestras of the sky

clash performances

storms hold the world to ransom

an arc of coastal waterfalls...

an arc of coastal waterfalls

shimmering white threads of water

slip over algae-riddled rock

just a brief fall to a churning bed of foam

and bulbous rocky interface

invaded by the multiple antics of

coastal interference

no surfing

no boating here

just a reminder

of the power and changing moods of Nature

fascinating, dangerous beauty maybe

however, for me

it was also

a fleeting reminder of what could have been

another kind of coastal interference

some years ago

on this far far south land

so far from northern tensions

that our involvement must be impossible

nevertheless

someone thought it important to instal

barbed wire

along the cliff top

overlooking a smoother beach 

not so very far away

only recently I noted

the barbed wire was still there 

 

There is little visible, obvious escape from the intimidator...

Old cannon outside Hastings Historical Society, Victoria...

There is little visible, obvious escape from

the intimidator

the bully with

the loud voice and

aggressive actions

the entitled one

who expects obeyance

in short

the one who represents

the uncivilised shame of humanity

in the guise of intelligence

and obvious superiority

in short

the one skilled

in lies

betrayals and 

promises

personal wins

personal glory

and a personal avalanche of money

are all that matters

to this one

when this one's demands can't or won't be met

war

to be or not to be 

is not the only question

as for you

the receiver of someone's else's strength

without even asking for it

you ride the new currents

the new surfs

the rips

possibly alone

waiting

somewhat preparedly

for the next surprise

and so you face a personal question

which involves

your own

personal peace

how to keep your peace alive

within

your peace that is you 

there are times...

there are times when I keep writing 

and writing 

and writing

I have no sound reason why

other than it is addictive

a necessary vitamin for my health that can't be bought

only practised...

in short, it seems to be a natural past time...

just a word on the news

a morning view from my window

a thought of a friend

sparks the daily writing flurry

even the ragged post of old Balnarring pier

inspires me to revisit memories

recycle thoughts

and simply

keep writing

coastal cliff face...

coastal cliff face a visual diary of Nature's travels #haiku #haikucommunity #poetrycommunity

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 December 2024 at 06:39

I revel in old places...

I revel in old places and old spaces tuning hopefully to old souls #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 December 2024 at 08:05

inner Christmas joy...

any inner Christmas joy offers credit and positive vibes for the New Year ahead #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 December 2024 at 08:03

citizen of poetic worlds...

I hearby declare that my song will try to keep all past and present song lines eternally alive Signed: A #Citizen of Poetic Worlds #tanka #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 December 2024 at 23:17

melancholic sky...

melancholic sky soft, grey gentle rain creates another chapter in visual beauty when the sun emerges #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 December 2024 at 08:23

Christmas...

locked into an annual year end frenzy winter and summer climes are both drawn to the colour red a dash of green and sparkles of silver and gold and the wild card of bargains #yes...#Christmas a special celebration of sleigh bells and Santa Claus muffles the voice of some old reason why #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 December 2024 at 16:19

sandwich...

busy day unfinished business dry sandwich to fit the almost unfittable pressurised sandwich beach holiday the joy of joyful crowds and a sand sandwich refrigerator the internet buffet spam sandwich a major role player life's variable invader the faithful sandwich #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 December 2024 at 06:30

the silks of special wines...

the silks of special wines soothe the storms the sighs of the soul #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 December 2024 at 10:48

silent dialogue...

silent dialogue
sharing a scuptured collage
of the art I am#haiku

📷 2023 - Pyramid of pieces of me - a shell, angled book sculpture + 2 trees on rocks = wire art. pic.twitter.com/dIKRbHHKH5

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 27, 2024

the clutter gallery...

the clutter gallery some handcuffs of life need grudging respect #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 November 2024 at 07:33

life's daily traffic...

life's daily traffic needs a break check pause and smell the roses but if roses are elusive any beauty will do #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 November 2024 at 07:48

sharp altercation...

sharp altercation body language silhouettes stamp the passion #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 November 2024 at 10:37

keeping this old door slightly ajar...

keeping this old door
slightly ajar for now
but it may soon close#haiku

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 24, 2024

possibly my favourite Christmas ad...

Fondly revisiting this stupendous Xmas ad—from last year—for Charlie's Bar in Enniskillen, County Fermanagh. ☺️ pic.twitter.com/gBsOVdHvSg

— Cian McCarthy (@arealmofwonder) November 23, 2024

light and shadow...

light and shadow there are times when opposites calmly synchronise #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 November 2024 at 11:33

yesterday's me...

yesterday's me was a reader locked in hard cover bookland today's me takes a #hop or 3 from the e-book pillar to the app post freedom? #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 November 2024 at 10:30

marriage is out...

marriage is out shared routine tasks have no appeal but an enigmatic urge to be engaged to a sensitive poet would liberate my world #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 November 2024 at 09:30

neonic outlines...

neonic outlines where the spirit invites creative questions #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 November 2024 at 17:28

in the outback...

in the outback live vast streetless spaces where night skies #rain stars #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 November 2024 at 22:10

our chemistry...

our chemistry random questions float around in random test tubes #poetsonbluesky #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 November 2024 at 14:29

fine beauty...

fine beauty
a stick creature claims
the right of respect#haiku pic.twitter.com/kRYp2twghs

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 22, 2024

a junky pile of stones...

a junky pile of stones isolated and ruined shapes begging for their story to be remembered #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 November 2024 at 07:34

somewhere your door...

somewhere your door holds the key to your music somewhere my door holds the key to your music #haiku #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 November 2024 at 12:47

Nature's outdoor art...

Nature's outdoor art spring's a giant gallery of births and rebirths beauty and borders a rose knows how to display and defend when I return I long to be in one life a special rose #haiku #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 November 2024 at 08:16

silo art romance...

silo art romance
dreamlike glimpses of local
pasts and presents #haiku

📷 2023 - Silos in Henry Lawson country, Grenfell, NSW pic.twitter.com/vzeMINM8P4

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 20, 2024

I hope to be more than a complication...

I hope to be more than a complication In your easy story I hope you'll be less than a complication in my peace #haiku #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 22:52

summer...

Summer has holiday vibes. #7syllablesentence

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 20:22

global crackling chaos...

global crackling chaos TV screen #sightseeing is a luxury for now #vss365 #poetsonbluesky #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 18:42

always muddy brown...

always muddy brown needing a regular polish (to waylay aging, weathering and discolouring) and never sit on the lid (buckling is inevitable) lightly grooved surface (but not groovy) weighty (without added weight) the once popular unpopular Globite school #suitcase #vss365 #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 08:17

a landscape dried...

a landscape dried leaves the urge to survive parched of vision #daulyhaikuprompt #haiku #prompt #driedleaves

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 07:52

rivers of life...

rivers of life a bark narrative carved by trees #haiku #micropoetry #Australian

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 November 2024 at 07:03

banquet in the sky...

banquet in the sky #aurora colours feed the night and hungry eyes #WalesHaikuJournal #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 November 2024 at 20:13

hot tea reverie...

hot tea reverie my mind sways to the pulse of spiritual passions #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #hottea

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 November 2024 at 15:34

a quiet, peaceful wander...

a quiet,
peaceful wander
must involve
quiet reflection#tanka

📷 Chinese Tribute Garden -Young aka Lambing Flat NSW. The gardens recognise the contribution by the Chinese to the community in the 1860's pic.twitter.com/rfzQXfdKwA

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 18, 2024

restless Nature...

restless Nature a catalyst for releasing forgotten passions #haiku #PoetsforBluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 21:13

fear and feel...

Fear is the puppet of doubt. #7syllablesentence

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 12:32

Feel the world's unique beauty. #7syllablesentence #feel

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 13:52

a sunset's postcard...

a sunset's #postcard the invisible ink grows visible #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 11:35

one view but many viewpoints...

one view but many viewpoints#monoku #monostich

📷 View on a rainy day from my home at Arthurs Seat many years ago... pic.twitter.com/dqz40OUjRd

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 17, 2024

Australians on Blue Sky?...

AUSTRALIANS HERE??? If there are any Australian writers, painters, photographers or adventurers here, I would love to follow you. Let me know in the comments.

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 08:50

one word to describe this year...

If you mean one word for this year in general, on a global scale, I would choose 'muddy'. If you mean one word describing my personal year, I would choose 'enlightening'.

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 08:14

writing on foundations...

writing on foundations for 2025 #monoku #writingcommunity

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 November 2024 at 13:49

a buddhist garden proverb...

And don't forget to water regularly...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 November 2024 at 12:54

Temora railway sign...

a staunch #travel sign remembers the wanders of passenger days but now only grain trains respect the memory #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 November 2024 at 11:14

eerie nostalgia...

eerie nostalgia
unfamiliar artefacts
preserved in new life#haiku

📷2023 - Museum at Licorice and Chocolate Factory, Junee, NSW pic.twitter.com/AusLTTWyiN

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 16, 2024

Twitter and Blue Sky...

On this maybe stormy, rural Sunday morning, I've wandered over to Blue Sky...No...I'm not leaving Twitter, but I've decided to explore Blue Sky...
I'm hoping perhaps my combined writing/photography may get more attention...or maybe it's any excuse to write and take photographs... pic.twitter.com/PawC4UcWtS

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 16, 2024

I have found Blue Sky...

I have finally found Blue Sky... Or perhaps Blue Sky has found me... Like Ulrich, I'm not leaving, Twitter, I'm just branching out and expanding my horizons 🌱🌤🦖 and finding lost and new followers I hope... bsky.app/profile/ulri... I write daily...haiku and tanka...accompanied by my own photos...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 November 2024 at 09:19

36 degrees centigrade...

36 degrees centigrade
but my mind's emigrated to
cool monochrome mornings#haiku #Temora pic.twitter.com/i1OnqVISXx

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 16, 2024

my country town...

my country town furnished with free warm fuzzies #monoku #monostich pic.twitter.com/s1WBs9gpsR

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 16, 2024

the street where I used to live...

the street where I used to live erased#monoku

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 16, 2024

feel the pain but don't become its narrative...

Especially love the idea of feeling the pain, but not becoming its narrative.
Seeing and appreciating the never-ending pain of others often helps to put your personal passing pain in perspective...at a lower rank.
I focus on moving forward but being cautious. https://t.co/Axg1drOucZ

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 15, 2024

merged earths, seas and skies...

merged earths, seas and skies
the soulful peace of Nature's
deep and wide views#haiku

📷 2019 - November - Dromana beach looking toward the sharp cliffs round Anthony's Nose... pic.twitter.com/LkC9VuIUIK

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 15, 2024

you are allowed to be happy...

'You are allowed to be happy even when the sky is falling'....https://t.co/wtIPEPNRtU

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 15, 2024

it is a serious thing...

It is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world
- Mary Oliver

it is a wonderful thing
just to be alive
in your own world#haiku https://t.co/8yuhNqEoub

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 15, 2024

passing shadow art...

passing shadow art
morning pools of relief from
sharply rising heat#haiku

📷 2019 - November - Dromana beach pic.twitter.com/3ASdrRUS2y

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 14, 2024

a soulful heartbeat...

grey misty mornings
sharing a soulful heartbeat
is all that matters#haiku

📷 2020 - November - Dromana verandah pic.twitter.com/APN2rtj7OL

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 13, 2024

windshield rain...

windshield rain
Nature's rotating
watery PowerPoint turns
the daily bland into
surreal magic#tanka

📷 2021 - -November - rainy carpark in Dromana pic.twitter.com/cHMn1xmlTP

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 12, 2024

mast layered sails...

mast layered sails
nostalgic romance of
past travels by sea#haiku

📷 2013 - One of many tall ships sailing in Port Phillip Bay past Portsea and out to Bass Strait... pic.twitter.com/pR62emRSJb

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 11, 2024

shapely shadows...

shapely shadows and
sharp morning light
a Monday morning coffee
feels slowly spiced with
a pinch of happiness#tanka

📷 2021 - November - a verandah memory on a Dromana morning... pic.twitter.com/nne4T0it92

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) November 10, 2024