garden path footprints...

garden path footprints hide in scattered autumn leaves secret #nostalgia #vss365 #haiku #micropoetry #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 June 2025 at 19:37

untouched vintage rooms...

untouched vintage rooms protect the dust of those past hours and past loves such #space records our moments when our aging mind may not a thread twisted chair ghost shapes, echoes a soulmate I will meet again #vss365 #tanka #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 June 2025 at 09:42

there fell a hiatus...

Embers and Echoes

There fell a hiatus, a #moment, a breath with little more to say; little more that had some kind of meaning... And then he reached for an old wooden guitar... strummed a few strings and gently launched into the Beatles' 'Blackbird' song... But it wasn't the Beatles I heard at all... #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 June 2025 at 11:21

 

I created this song on Songer. It is a mix of my tanka and haiku I posted on Blue Sky. They have then been converted to lyrics. I selected a mix of music styles and struggled to ask Songer to create male and female voices alternating. Finally did it. This is the result. 

Embers and Echoes

endless dome by night...

endless dome by night a vast #starscape of questions charms stargazers the #vagary of answers becomes insignificant #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 June 2025 at 15:19

invisible symptoms...

Learning to live with invisible aches and silent struggles is its own kind of resilience. Not every pain needs a cure. Sometimes it’s enough to simply be seen for what you carry. 👉 www.clickworlddaily.com/2025/06/the-... #existentialism #acceptance #introspection #healing #humancondition

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— Clickworlddaily · by Jon (@clickworlddaily.bsky.social) 19 June 2025 at 03:02

she knows my footsteps...

she knows my footsteps she feels my cyclical moods I'm her #enigma she channels my jumbled words and soothes with a loving purr I'm her #enigma how can I be happy or sad without her comfort #vss365 #tanka #haiku #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 June 2025 at 11:41

some trees feast on time...

some trees feast on time drink passing storms or wave to the passing seasons such a tree is a teacher a #guru of how to live such a steadfast tree bears the rings of many dawns I have never known #vss365 #tanka #haiku #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 June 2025 at 22:02

Wow, I just created this song! Check it out!
My prompts, my choice of style...AI polish...https://t.co/YXWIOEDMBR

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) June 24, 2025

dawn's liminal glow...

dawn's #liminal glow the sky embraces darkness a wee breath longer when morning unfolds mist clings to veils of silence and sleepy bird calls the world may ignore alarms may sleep on or rise again #vss365 #tanka #haiku #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 June 2025 at 08:31

it has taken me till my Temora era...

Not till my Temora era

have I really found my tribe...

the spirit that knows me

the one that revels in creating the progress of the arts with me...

Temora has become a kind of crescendo in my life

where all that has gone before

the dark and the light

suddenly has a purpose

in the world that is now

 

my study is a working workshop...

my study is a working workshop

a conglomeration of half-born and half-baked ideas

patiently waiting for a moment of wholesome glory

what may seem like a carnival of worthless clutter

in fact secretes

a wish 

a dream

my soul's endless hope

to be released from

the humble, raw, caged pound of the many

to feel quietly unique

somewhere

to feel treasured

by someone

social media scrambles...

social media scrambles for public numbers audience applause but #parallel AI foes race to secure prime space #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 June 2025 at 21:50

a smooth stone's power...

a smooth stone's power born from some earthly deep #realm deigns to soothe my palm till its mystery becomes the pulse of my mystery #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 June 2025 at 14:47

wind rattled grasses...

wind rattled grasses may murmur sweet past stories of long gone lovers but the #susurrus I hear is a name I must forget #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 June 2025 at 10:23

Dad and toddler chat...

https://youtu.be/fCMFgAFIhV0?si=Oa2wb40IAHzM7MqG

I feel old songlines...

I feel old song lines in the droning of wise trees recalling first lives their #primordial senses awoken by rustling leaves I feel the lost hush of #primordial silence in wordless spaces #vss365 #tanka #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 June 2025 at 09:49

I am rock for now...

I am rock for now tomorrow may be feather #self is not concrete but a restless, wand'ring cloud who knows the feel of rain #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 16 June 2025 at 08:19

a slash or two...

a wall's #slash or two for measuring height through time now struggling to be still they mark a memory I touch in my quiet hours #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 June 2025 at 09:49

his old tin shed sways...

his old tin #shed sways drunk on endless winds and rains yet my note's still there faded, stamped with muddy boots and my one anxious word - wait #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 June 2025 at 11:59

there are sleep breaks when...

there are sleep breaks when my world needs cushioned silence nothing equals peace luxurious peace nothing but cushioned silence in my la la land #haiku #poetsonbluesky #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 June 2025 at 09:21

bursting dawn colours...

bursting dawn colours #shape positive vibes over horizon tree lines but cloud-strewn dawns still shuffle the maybe's and maybe not's #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 June 2025 at 07:41

this old skin of mine...

this old #skin of mine is bruised and mended by time crepe sleeps on my bones yet within, some younger self awaits some engaging spark #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 June 2025 at 11:39

a protest still brewed...

a protest still brewed tucked inside the steady eyes of a wayward child her #small hand found mine but I knew her mind was on fire #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 June 2025 at 08:57

a shy lantern glow...

a shy lantern glow flickers on a rusty door a #single shadow I fear doors open both ways to souls half-lost or half-found #vss365 #tanka #poetry #poetryonbluesky #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 June 2025 at 11:46

at the pre-loved shop...

at the pre-loved shop an old photo sighed my name brown eyes seared my eyes #someone I once knew somewhere sometime in another life #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 June 2025 at 08:38

softly pages turn...

 

softly pages turn 

doorways and windows she knew 

in another time 

scents and vibes of her mother 

as she read to her children

narrow, calm strait...

a narrow, calm #strait erupts in wild, dark theatre when crosswinds collide #vss365 #haiku #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 June 2025 at 19:18

a pale, fragile dawn...

a pale, fragile dawn a #splinter of colours wedged in storm-burdened clouds #vss365 #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 June 2025 at 20:01

dawn stirs chilled forests...

‪ dawn stirs chilled forests the first #sunbeam slips through leaves the first words of light #vss365 #haiku #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 June 2025 at 13:01

surf's silver white curl...

surf's silver white curl sea's last hurrah, #final breath succumbs to the sands a last salute to the world before the hush of retreat #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 June 2025 at 10:11

spruce trees react to solar eclipse???...

It appears, spruce trees react to changes in our solar systems...I wonder if other plants do so too?

Forest in sync: Spruce trees may communicate during a solar eclipse https://t.co/8SHpYRKUCK

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) May 31, 2025