city lights dazzle...

city lights dazzle urban streets pulse with night-life #euphoria rides Ixion's wheel of motion till the scheduled dawn #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 31 March 2025 at 20:20

Notre Dame's organ...

Notre Dame's organ now fills an old sacred space with welcome #velveteen sounds so tantalising so missed for so long #vss365 #tanka *Notre Dame was re-opened 7th December 2024.

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 March 2025 at 21:08

time's a fragile thread...

time's a fragile thread weaving a flimsy, pale veil a veil of #gossamer thoughts soft and jagged memories in wheeling motion #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 March 2025 at 20:24

a garden's secret...

a garden's secret a stray, wild, sage #mignonette undisputed mistress of elusive tastes and glazed scents catnip for dreamers #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 March 2025 at 20:50

a steamy affair...

a steamy affair twirled in a passionate spin a ladle lures the noodles to #canoodle in sync to entwine with grace #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 March 2025 at 21:07

how's and who's and why's...

how's and who's and why's my #insatiable wonder propels my lifestyle #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 March 2025 at 20:30

the poet in me...

the poet in me confronting tempest's beauty #inspiration strikes #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 March 2025 at 18:04

The poet in me constantly seeks to eke out the poetry even in unexpected subjects...

Nature's rage may spark fear, but also spins us into an awareness that only her power has beauty that demands respect.  She will not allow any form of human power over-ride her right to command. Sometimes, humanity needs to learn that lesson the hard way when Mother Nature lashes out with a return serve: when she feels threatened with human disrespect.

autumn wind's passion...

autumn wind's #passion revelling in bending trees and gifting dying leaves the fleeting joy of a dervish dance #tanka #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 March 2025 at 17:43

Autumn trees dressed in autumn leaves seem ready for an autumn ball featuring wild colour...before time chimes the moment when those same leaves must return as the Cinderella of earth...And their trees sleep in long dreams... 

 

half a century...

half a century of flickering candle glows death by just one breath #haiku #micropoetry #poetrycommunity

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 March 2025 at 10:43

So much meaning in so few words...Read and think carefully...

Is the world combusting? Imploding? Or are social media's far reaching touch downs simply magnifying, verifying what has always been...at least in waves...over a long long time...

Hot spots are not just bubbling beneath the Earth's crust...
 

magic moonlight threads...

magic moonlight threads weave dark oceans to dark skies no vanishing point seamless silhouettes #indivisibility #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 March 2025 at 22:50

The above photo was taken in 2015.

It is a view of Port Phillip Bay by night as from my home part way up Arthurs Seat.

It fascinates me how all sense of horizon and vanishing point visible by day simply becomes invisible.

The world becomes a sea of silhouettes.

Strangely, I find such a scene soothing for weary eyes.

 

spills from the cloud line...

spills from the cloud line a neon crash of thunder #radioactive splinters fracture the morning and crack the bones of naked streets #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 March 2025 at 19:53

I feel the world is cautiously living in what feels like a global, radioactive state...

The innocent and the guilty are both prey to the entitled arrogance of blind greed...

I feel Mother Nature has plans for us...

was and still will be...

was and still will be the #sempiternal wise voice of William Shakespeare #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 March 2025 at 20:23

today marks the end of your days...

today marks the end of your days that could have been our orchestra just waited and waited and waited expecting to be tuned soon but you broke your string #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 March 2025 at 11:11

Today, 6 years ago, my partner, riddled with cancer, passed on to other worlds...It sounds sad...but on the flip side, there was another story...many other stories...When I met him, he said he had cancer and could not work...he didn't have cancer...He lied constantly about his identity, his background...He stole money from my bank account regularly...by gambling online daily...(How did he get access?)... He liked to buy the groceries, and constantly they cost more...His children did not contact him except the eldest daughter on a couple of occasions...He was moody and would be enraged if I did not photograph him in poses he wanted...Other times, he was angry if I did photograph him...He would get especially angry if I questioned his statements of innocence and behaviour. We rarely went out together, and on the few times we did, suddenly he would wish to go to the toilet...We would have to go home because he refused to use a public toilet...Then sometimes, we would try the outing again...sometimes...

So, when he was dying, with real cancer...and I learnt more lies when his eldest daughter appeared, I had to make a decision...Still stay with him?  Or just leave?...His eldest daughter told me that she didn't blame me if I chose the latter...

I stayed with him...He really had no one...I stayed with him right to the moment he passed away...In fact, I was the one who called that he had passed...The nurse had only just turned her back after shaving his face...

So I remember this date with a strange kind of sadness...A man gifted with musical talent and imaginative ideas, totally wasting the life he was given...Often he said I gave him the only peace he had known in his life. That could be translated in so many ways. 

I am not sorry I stayed with him at the end...But I am sorry that I tolerated so much, for so long, knowing that something was not right...I guess I was determined to keep going...or was I stubborn...

Hopefully, I think I have learnt a lesson or two now...

The Bones Beneath #poem #poetry #writing

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— Gerhard ∞ (@oevermann.bsky.social) 15 March 2025 at 09:35

mindless invasion...

mindless invasion when will supercedes rights and #guilt defames innocence blind superiority drives colonisation #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 March 2025 at 22:04

 

Watched a programme on SBS regarding so many indigenous 'trophies' in overseas museums or galleries and the current push to get them returned to their homeland. 

This poem emerged from my response to the programme. 

soulmate's eyes...

my old soul mate's eyes legendary spirit of #cerulean blue #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 March 2025 at 09:41

Soulmates are precious beings that break down age barriers...Sometimes both beings may in fact be old soul mates...

Sometimes a soulmate may transform into a life partner...But there are others...

There's the soulmate in the work place...but not really suitable for daily life outside the workplace...

Meeting in common interest areas can cultivate a soulmate...

It is possible to meet more than one soulmate in a single lifetime...often appearing to spark a momentary sense of creative connection beyond earthly realms...

Sometimes, soulmates just meet for a flicker of time...and then move on...separately...

red-crowned cranes...

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— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 16, 2025

I began a cooler Monday morning with music...accompanied by the dance of some red-crowned cranes...

and some coffee...

Bliss...

NOTE: This crane is China's national bird, but it is also to be found in Japan and Korea. Their dancing appears to confirm and strengthen a lifetime partnership.

a synchronised March...

a synchronised march 21st century style channelled by metal maestros and the band of silence arm stays up head down #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 16 March 2025 at 07:23

child's inspection...

rain breathes for awhile an #interregnum of sun demands a sunhat wander and close inspections before puddles call #vss365 #tanka 📷2017 - Young child examines the world beneath her feet at Fawkner Park, Melbourne.

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 16 March 2025 at 06:58

a piece of road...

a piece of road leads to a piece of space miming a piece of silence #haiku #micropoetry #silence

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 March 2025 at 13:20

Today, using my walker, I wandered across the railway line to a part of Temora I had hardly explored. The morning was hot ..30 degrees and climbing. 

But I was on a mission...beyond exploring. I wanted to to visit one venue on the Temora Art Trail scheduled for this weekend.

Without a car, that made life challenging. Crossing a railway line with a walker via a dirt track, was ultra challenging. (And don't forget the heat revving up its engines by this time.)

But with a number of stops in the welcome shade of trees along the way, I made it in one piece to my venue. The 15 minute walk took me half an hour, but I made use of the stops. I used this cooling down time to repress heat discomfort and quietly take photos; to appreciate the glorious silence.

artefacts...

artefacts broken stories in the dust tease, tantalise and torture #myopic theories #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 March 2025 at 08:16

loose and playful watercolour...

The process is as magical as the product...

Loose and Playful Watercolour: Wet-on-Wet Magic and Rich Granulation Eff... https://t.co/wW6GPkmsRi via @YouTube

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 14, 2025

obstreperous crow...

dawn choir crushed by an #obstreperous guru vain crow on the fence #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 March 2025 at 17:32

bushy not bristly...

bushy not bristly a sensual silky vibe some #flocculent beards #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 March 2025 at 20:09

a wall of words...

a wall of words a solid #weir floods of teary silence nervously await the spill soon...very soon #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 March 2025 at 22:30

my loved old worn scarf...

my loved old worn scarf is infused with the scents of a lively ball of soft fluff and the yippity yap of #pomeranian delight #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 March 2025 at 08:52

involution coils...

#involution coils spirals of sound twist high among the gums below wind-driven whorls of defiance disturb the river messing with the current's will to flow and overhead a wind-tangled, helpless kite with fragile paper wings shredded by the very breath that first taught it how to fly #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 March 2025 at 12:59

in the arms of dusk...

in the arms of dusk melancholy becomes love charm of #penumbra #vss365 #haiku #love #melancholy

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 March 2025 at 22:16

superglue season...

superglue season hesitantly approaching my crusty grey years #haiku #senryu

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 March 2025 at 06:24

calm light and shadow...

calm light and shadow a small pocket of nature offers healing art #haiku #light #shadow

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 March 2025 at 12:54

pools of old wisdom...

pools of old wisdom those unwavering eyes are too deep to #fathom #vss365 #haiku #eyes #wisdom

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 March 2025 at 11:26

trampoline minstrel...

trampoline minstrel the mimed song of leaping shapes youth's budding talent #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 March 2025 at 17:28

emporium archive...

#emporium archive where lost souls barter secrets where coins of time are spent where night hums all day and mirrors whisper back #vss365 #tanka #souls #night #mirrors

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 March 2025 at 11:07

I am an outlier tree...

I am an #outlier tree no map knows me I reach for unseen suns and drink the secrets of storms I share dreams with the cosmos #vss365 #tanka #tree #secrets #storms #dreams #cosmos

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 March 2025 at 13:12