synethesia...

synesthesia all the colors I've tasted

— Paul David Mena (@extraspecialbitter.bsky.social) 30 September 2025 at 03:16

grey winds blow today...

grey winds blow today a sunless, sighing spring morning fraught with restless moods opportunities random weather surprises may seem negative but can be a special time to settle inner feelings #haiku #tanka #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 September 2025 at 10:09

in the warm spring light...

in the warm spring light and soft breeze of mid morning carefree games emerge flighty silver eyes play cheeky hide and seek rounds with friendly sparrows for the human eye this is a prized distraction from some darker games #haiku #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 September 2025 at 10:39

at first scrutiny...

at first #scrutiny his character seemed quite bland no obvious sounds a soft khaki buttoned right up long-sleeved shirt hung over a tall, lean frame pale khaki jeans some kind of no brand sneakers but as he removed the said sneakers neonic candy pink socks appeared mischievously smiling #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 September 2025 at 10:24

a sonorous, insistent ringtone...

a #sonorous insistent ringtone shatters the velvet hush over a crowded funeral one mourner mutters surely the wells of grief deserve a flight mode of respect of a silent break from worldly demands #vss365 #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 September 2025 at 13:42

my fav lunch time haunt...

my fav lunch time haunt the menu offers salads but cake's a magnet my #caprice grins knowingly my wisdom will chat later #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 September 2025 at 12:39

freedom and freewill...

freedom and freewill desirable life choices not always in reach life's #eventuality may toll a lone, tragic bell #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 September 2025 at 12:14

freedom and freewill desirable life choices not always in reach life's #eventuality may toll a lone, tragic bell #vss356 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 September 2025 at 10:41

my bellwether sign...

my #bellwether sign I'm a puppet who needs strings and a mojo #vss365 #haiku #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 September 2025 at 11:27

the morning dateline...

the morning dateline where the shy crested feathers meet, greet together #haiku #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 September 2025 at 10:27

silent dusty books...

silent dusty books #conspire to staunchly protect forgotten voices they stand shoulder to shoulder waiting for 'The One' to come #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 September 2025 at 10:26

a crowded room...

a crowded room busy with endless chatter till a surprise pause a #rein of silence tightens lengthens its power of covert power #vss365 #micropoem

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 16 September 2025 at 11:25

a robot pauses...

a robot pauses #flinching at sparking circuits void of programmed whys perhaps even robots may suffer a semblance of human fear #vss365 #micropoem

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 September 2025 at 08:10

sloth style...

I will always admire the unassuming the usually docile sloth this climbing creature has mastered the art of living in slow-moving #style an admirable feat that can never be outdated #vss365 #micropoetry #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 September 2025 at 07:50

a wealth of books...

a wealth of books unworn some open on the floor but unread large, antique desk laden with busy papers scattered in antique, small cups a range of pens uncapped paint brushes unused a sense of #potential creative progress pervades the room but sabotaged trapped in time's cobwebs #vss365 #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 September 2025 at 09:15

when exhausted eyes close...

never fear when #exhausted eyes close possible dreams may, in fact, be possible healers soothing scars no pre-booked appointment required #vss365 #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 September 2025 at 08:29

a powerful storm of grief...

at first a powerful storm of grief is not #bearable there is only a yearning for silence deathly silence but slowly a little bird's song sung each morning teaches the ear to appreciate sweet music again #vss365 #micropoetry #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 September 2025 at 07:28

in a heartbeat...

in a heartbeat the sweet dissolved and my mouth tingled with exquisite joy that lingered too short a while so I kept the tiny rumpled #wrapper and tucked it in my jeans pocket a micro time capsule of sugared summers and sticky laughter #vss365 #micropoetry #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 September 2025 at 08:20

a hawk circled high above a rabbit...

A hawk circled high above a rabbit crouched in tall grass. To the hawk, #power was altitude and visionary diving. To the rabbit, #power was patient stillness and cover. Neither creature was powerless. Survival depended not on the strongest, but on how each wielded their skill and mindset. #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 September 2025 at 08:49

welcome to the beautiful writing world living in Blue Sky...

Me: Hey there, I'm making my first Bluesky post! World:

— JD Frain (@jdfrain.bsky.social) 4 September 2025 at 01:40

Welcome to the beautiful writing world living in Blue Sky. I too have packed my writing tools and moved on from Twitter.

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 September 2025 at 08:10

synchronicity...

As I mentioned in a Blogger post on 28th June, 2025, 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

Today I was playing this...a few tears...and suddenly a message from my soulmate (across the sea for 6 weeks) as the song played.

This is not the first time such a connection has happened...

And still I am rocked and very grateful it is there when I need it...

And I have found a soulmate

With a blackbird on his shoulder

Who gives meaning to guitar strings

And warms my heart as it grows older

overnight, on a crowded city street corner...

Overnight, on a crowded city street corner, a #doorway with rippling mirrors appeared. Curious, some people entered, only to find versions of themselves arguing about past choices. Some emerged wiser, others shattered. mirror of questions multiple selves weighing up multiple past truths #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 September 2025 at 08:24

daredevil magpies...

daredevil magpies ride the morning gutsy winds rarely pause for breath but when they stop on street wires it seems, by #chance, they're lovers #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry #writingcommunity #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 September 2025 at 08:35

yellowed article...

yellowed #article but claims of what was once truth are still readable for now, new truths outshine those archived curiosities #vss365 #tanka #writingcommunity P.S. I had in mind the ongoing truths of why the Titanic sank...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 September 2025 at 10:23

barely conscious eyes...

barely #conscious eyes machines blip in colour codes tracking the pulse signs just colours and numbers now or is life's story still there #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 September 2025 at 11:08

never ending tale...

never ending tale our life's still being written still more blank pages perhaps inner wisdom means avoid repeating the #past #vss365 #tanka #writingcommunity #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 September 2025 at 05:55

building your songlines...

This is my tanka, written in a card for my grandson and his wife to be. They are getting married on Wednesday 3rd September. 2025. building your songlines a parallel life journey laden with purpose where strength ensures survival and love is the key to hope #tanka #wedding

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 September 2025 at 16:45

winds bear my old songlines...

winds bear my old songs faint old songs from my old life my #yearning connects past songlines and tomorrows locked in one anxious refrain #vss365 #tanka #writingcommunity #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 September 2025 at 09:35