outside a front gate...

outside a front gate a blue car with a P plate waits for the school run quietly dad checks the tyres then calmly drinks his coffee such a thoughtful dad and his dear daughter's blue car a #sapphire moment #vss365 ##tanka #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 July 2025 at 09:18

another grey day of soft grey clouds...

it's another grey day of soft grey clouds soft mist soft rain showers and occasional soft winds a grand excuse to suffer the biting cold wrapped in a heated throw and wander other worlds writing reading and maybe the unplanned afternoon nap by #happenstance a kitten paperweight #vss365 #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 July 2025 at 09:25

my Sunday is soft with showery grey silence...

my Sunday is soft with showery grey silence...

time to think slowly

breathe slowly

time to dabble in some neglected wonder

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) July 27, 2025

deep in the girl's quilt...

deep in the girl's quilt tiny #crimson dots scattered round her grasping hands were her hands a silent sign this girl fought to keep living #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 July 2025 at 09:44

old keys and padlocks...

old keys and padlocks a junk drawer's secret treasures rusting #together #vss365 #haiku #blueskypoets #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 July 2025 at 08:22

fixed pose and tail flicks...

fixed pose and tail flicks squinty eyes rock quiet schemes that #promise mischief #vss365 #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 July 2025 at 08:13

my coffee's steam curls...

my coffee's steam curls my winter weepy eyes glaze I sip some new dreams and there's my furball my #spiritual self still feels safe in his love #haiku #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 July 2025 at 10:59

inky horizon...

inky horizon a storm brews an #onyx surge of fearful questions #vss365 #haiku #blueskypoets #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 July 2025 at 10:51

burning candlelight...

burning candlelight #mellow glow on loved photos warmth tries to live on #vss365 #blueskypoets #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 July 2025 at 10:16

in her ev'ning years...

in her ev'ning years she hums gentle lullabies to her loved daughter what she cradles is a doll but her #innocence is blind #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #skypoets #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 July 2025 at 09:54

a shady statement...

a shady statement may masquerade as reason as cold certainty here's the #contrarian voice sounds smart, loves to ridicule some words lurch and spit squash any trace of music in sweet poetry the word #contrarian sounds jagged like its meaning #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 July 2025 at 18:00

a cracked, smudged mirror...

a cracked, smudged mirror #Idolatry still lives there as if my echo of ghostly former egos was I ever warm-hearted #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 July 2025 at 19:57

an Emily Dickinson moment...

The above image was created with ChatGPT.

The phrase "I am out with lanterns, looking for myself" is a quote from a letter by the poet Emily Dickinson. While she used it to jokingly describe the chaos of moving and losing some belongings, it has resonated with many as a metaphor for an internal journey of self-discovery.

#writersquote
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
(Emily Dickenson) pic.twitter.com/h2zIBwTNYS

— David K Wessel/Author 🇺🇸🇩🇪🇵🇳 (@wessel4nh) May 1, 2025

"Soul"
"The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
... Emily Dickenson pic.twitter.com/iuWTOMeK6K

— Elle (@ellecreative) April 22, 2025

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

—Emily Dickenson, This is My Letter to the World, 1862 pic.twitter.com/Q2ebZY6TlA

— ✪∂тg✪ (@dtg581) February 22, 2025

PASSING THOUGHT:
At holiday time,
I seem to seek a splinter or two of Emily Dickenson...
quite content to drift from thought to feeling...
I see worlds through the eyes of other travellers...
I explore random ideas...
I feel little compulsion to join crowds...

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 15, 2021

a unique gum tree...

#vss365 #tanka #deviant

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 July 2025 at 10:54

Roots of the Deviant Soul - male voice + guitar

Roots of the Deviant Soul - female voice + piano

in the ageless woods...

in the ageless woods, a crow with ragged feathers watched with ink-well eyes a #savant who knew futures stalked that luck was life's pendulum it sought scattered things a child’s ribbon, ring, a bone, laid them on a cairn tokens for the brave to read to risk it's their fate #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 July 2025 at 11:28

the meaning of distractions...

 

My daughter's beautiful dog Bella is always alert...

Distractions are often not mere distractions but may emerge as worthwhile cautions...

I have taken a leaf from her guru diary...

Lately I have not been writing poetry, daily, but more time consuming mini drama scripts...

They are based on Temora's Urban Myths using Bill Speirs publication...

Who knows where this distraction may lead, 

but initially, the script will be used on 31st October 

in my special Temora exhibition of art then and now...

where arts communicate and create a special ecosystem of want and need...

fishing for poetry...

In recent days

I have realised that perhaps I have been fishing for poetry in the wrong way...

What if I mix up a stew of poetic ideas on ChatGPT, 

then sort it out into tanka or haiku

or both

and then ask ChatGPT to create a silhouette response to my final poem

DIFFERENT

P.S. The guy above is not fishing. He is cleaning his backyard pool in Dromana.

I guess that idea fits this post too.

 

carnival of wheels...

carnival of wheels ribbon of winding colours seers the greens of hills a global army of bikes celebrates the Tour de France #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 July 2025 at 08:56

as day turns to night...

as day turns to night a #prism filters colours a farewell hurrah and stars come to light endless galactic questions tease the star gazers too distant for clear answers yet near enough for wonder #vss365 #haiku #tanka #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 July 2025 at 07:56

some days you visit...

some days you visit before sunlight fully stirs and my coffee's brewed but the sound of winged laughter and that knowing gleam in your bright gaze never fail to bewitch me #micropoetry #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 July 2025 at 10:01

dense, white morning mists...

dense, white morning mists reality's just a pawn to wrap in silence #haiku #micropoetry #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 July 2025 at 07:42

eyes filled with questions...

 

eyes filled with questions

built on loyalty and love

knowing there's answers

Vangelis - Conquest of Paradise...

This is a grand piece of music I never tire of playing... Mind and soul enchantment... youtu.be/WYeDsa4Tw0c?...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 July 2025 at 08:36

two autumn stories...

two autumn stories whispers and drama aligned sing songs of colours #haiku #micropoetry #blueskypoets #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 July 2025 at 19:01