a humble candle...

a humble candle embedded in a ruffled #collar of flowers your fading face embedded in a misty #collar of shifting memories #vss365 #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 31 January 2025 at 10:44

four long beaks...

four long beaks four pairs of eyes pointing in one direction suggest that even the feathered world knows how to #conjure a plan as a team #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 January 2025 at 20:14

a photograph...

a photograph a perfect chance to #congeal time into a still a time bomb #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 January 2025 at 08:29

not all garden ornaments...

not all garden ornaments are #flush with the ground some bridge a space shielding new life #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 January 2025 at 08:18

summer essentials...

summer essentials
alone on the sands become
summer clutter#haiku pic.twitter.com/XqSkaupPES

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 26, 2025

silent faceless speaker...

silent faceless #speaker in hat and flag voicing many bristling words just by wearing symbols strategically in reverse on this auspicious day of course an alternative view from the front suggests no such interpretation another ambiguous wonder of Australia Day #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 January 2025 at 12:47

The Wizard...

A special appearance in 2017's Australia Day foreshore celebrations in Dromana was The Wizard. His keyboard musicianship was simply amazing... All music styles were fair game. The awed crowd was mesmerised. The wizard is Andrew Farrell. www.andrewfarrellwizard.com real art is born in the soul

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 January 2025 at 10:31

Australia Day marks the point in history...

Australia Day marks the point in history when cultures met and began the rocky trek to mutual understanding sadly Australia Day celebrations still tend to belong to colonial theatre but blind Gurrumul's music lives on haunting and softening the colonial spirit www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8-Y...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 January 2025 at 10:02

Australia Day...

Australia Day
the thrill of blue skies
and hope

for some

the question of clouds
and the beginning of tears

for others

may the tears dry soon#micropoetry pic.twitter.com/oqAOV838Bs

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 25, 2025

Another side to Australia Day - a spiritual connection without staged fanfare...

Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu - Wiyathul https://t.co/1B9YWzDQEQ via @YouTube

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 25, 2025

a carefree galumph in the rain...

a carefree #galumph in the rain stirs a puddle or two to splash with delight an energised #galumph in the surf means getting thoroughly soaked #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 January 2025 at 11:35

smiles of a clown...

I am stepping out, offering some fanciful fun pre our Australia Day, for those who need a little bright colour in their day... the occasional clownish style keeps serious sadness at bay #tanka NOTE: This clown image is from Australia Day on the Dromana foreshore. Can't access alternative script.

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 January 2025 at 11:18

unruly long spikes..

unruly long spikes wind prone white fluffy threads symbolise the neglected the unwanted the beauty dismissed #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 January 2025 at 11:42

stiff red scab...

stiff red scab sheathed in the yellow milk of oozing pain if only you could renew as my butterfly #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 January 2025 at 18:11

as my time rolls on...

as my time rolls on
I find I'm giving
far less attention to
repetitive duties
and welcome
what I feel like doing

it's 2am + can't sleep
read
I have a fascinating idea
write

great weather = a great walk
wild weather = dare a great walk

my life's a barrel of fortune cookies

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 21, 2025

a Jabberwocky chuckle...

Here is today's poem called "Tangled" #poem #poetry #vss365 #slithy

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— TailgateProphet (@tailgateprophet.bsky.social) 20 January 2025 at 11:44

Very witty. I am sure that Lewis Carroll is indulging in a Jabberwocky chuckle. Love it👏

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 January 2025 at 12:24

the soul that sees beauty...

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— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 19, 2025

diseased memories...

diseased memories locked beneath a stout trapdoor my black #rabbit-hole #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 January 2025 at 12:44

a cloak for 'no go' Sunday...

today is my 'no go' Sunday my precious day of blissfully drifting from nothing much to nothing at all today is verified by cantankerous winds tantrums that never seem exhausted so I advise myself to stay inside don my #cloak of many dreams and many philosophies and just play #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 January 2025 at 10:55

the labyrinth and the fool...

in this #labyrinth of tunnels passageways alleys tracks streets highways (our #labyrinth of living for short) there may be times when we are a #fool of quiet wit or assume the role of the court jester and even the clown whatever your weather or season call it life and move on #vss365 #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 January 2025 at 10:32

tiger lilies...

a summer garden audacious tiger-pink lilies pierce the pale wilting #silence of drought-infested greens #vss365 #tanka #poetsofbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 January 2025 at 10:37

the ice of your stare...

the #ice of your stare the #ice buried in your hands the #ice on your parted lips now mirror forever the #ice in your heart #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 January 2025 at 12:56

stormy grey spectrum...

stormy grey spectrum and spitfires of vicious rain #dust the coastal view hail the projectile birth of brassy sound and natural laser light unscheduled the darkness of night returns to take a bow #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 January 2025 at 07:53

my Sunday peace...

my Sunday #peace a 'whenever' waking is desirable domestics and emails and supermarket needs are strictly on hold I may paint or read I may simply dream in my own little garden #dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 January 2025 at 12:59

Californian fires...

For @aspenbrave.bsky.social our summer heat is invisible but wilting plants tell us life is weighty right now summer is the season of heat but your heat is fire anachronistic heat v. cold heat that destroys erases temporarily but even this heat cannot damn the stubborn drive to re-build

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 January 2025 at 11:43

esoteric cries...

#esoteric cries defiant noisy miners plague the air with secrets buried in raucous song #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 January 2025 at 07:14

Juliet's moment...

Juliet's moment of parting #sweet sorrow answered Romeo's moment of hopeful #sweet nothings a legendary bitter #sweet romance #vss365 #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 January 2025 at 18:16

brazen reality?...

brazen reality or over-ripe imagination a surreal whirlpool of dark winds cloak me in dark thoughts I dare to answer my eddying questions to #guess quietly very quietly who I am really #vss365 #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 January 2025 at 07:48

I will to be chilled...

summer evenings I will to be chilled by my lounge room's whirring ceiling fan blades on cue the rising low hums hush the stresses of TV's 6:30pm news with their own special spinning #vespers #vss365 #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 January 2025 at 09:47

to measure childhood...

to #measure childhood is to limit the lifespan of wonder and fun #vss365 #haiku #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 January 2025 at 09:35

art uncorked?...

art uncorked? a boutique winery Poplar Bend on a mountain not far from the sea parades an image of a famous Melbourne nude painting in full view of passing traffic on Main Ridge Road some have tried to trace the many journeys of the nude and the art but many a #question still remains #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 January 2025 at 10:22

I pause...breathless...

I pause...breathless #turning the briefest flash of #delight into my secret golden memory #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 January 2025 at 13:07

my 2024 delight...

my 2024 #delight pot-pourri of art, music and writing landscapes and walking on loop in 2025 #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky photos.app.goo.gl/yisyAd76oE5j...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 January 2025 at 20:16

feigned white walls...

feigned white walls need the truths of #fresh and ongoing colours #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 January 2025 at 15:41

mudlark soliloquy...

 

modelling a black and white number

is easy

but modelling a black and white number well

is quite another matter

I believe I am of the latter category

I practise

and practise

perhaps even in my sleep

that demonstrates how utterly addicted I am

to perfection 

but

I have not mentioned yet

that I model in many moods

there is the graceful glide in the air

with elegant speed

there is the catwalk strut

and then there is the

'get off my land' flash

alive with angry beauty

attested to by my accompanying shriek

I enjoy making my mark on the world

and enjoy keeping it that way too

a status quo

my way

no wonder I am honoured with a batch of names

magpie-lark

mudlark

and even

peewit and 

peewee 

in short

I am the very model of

feathered models

2025 me ..

 

2025 me

is feeling proud of my life

at last

the shame of feeling less than others

the shame of bowing to the needs of others

and squashing my own

the shame of struggling to find my own voice

and following it confidently

finally

has melted

and the phoenix me

in all its alternative complexities

is rising

once 

for a photo shoot

I would have worked my hair

into a controlled shape

(no obvious loose, stray ends)

my smile would be shaky

and probably

if a selfie

my outline would be somewhat blurred

however

this morning

I was feeling creatively alive

different

the photograph is not studied

it is

as is

and I feel happy

so far this year...

Not to brag or anything, but I've written 1.5k every day so far this year. 😆 #amwriting #writerslife

— Laura Laakso (@lauralaakso.bsky.social) 2 January 2025 at 09:18

I made a kinda NY resolution. A tad less writing, more painting+sketching and a tad more housework (ahem). So far, my writing output has improved. I guess there is still time to remedy that...

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 January 2025 at 09:22