undercover signs...

undercover signs chains of fate and destiny in #bloodline programmes #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 20:10

my Saturday night...

my Saturday night one last glance through the window do my weeds seem less #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 19:54

beyond survival...

beyond survival may the peace of poetry bring you healthy Zen #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 18:20

my haiku soulmate...

my haiku soulmate respect the banana tree means respect Basho #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 17:52

poetry haven...

poetry haven
is now just a database
of daily mind games

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 15, 2025

my mesmerised joy...

my mesmerised joy the poetry of scuffed clouds one windy morning #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 11:44

Valentine's Day has just passed in my world...

Valentine's Day has just passed

in my world

and your birthday

could have been Monday

in my world

I seem to fall for fractured love

tarnished minds

hearts that have lost a regular rhythm

and blind souls

I ignore that darkness

and only see 

I guess

what I long to see

the art

the creative spirit 

lurking somewhere inside

sadly

unbridled drinking and gambling

slowly squash a love that could have been

one-sided giving and supporting

in the name of love

seeing the good behind the facade

can be a bad thing

if it peels away an identity

peels the identity back to a raw innocence

riddled with excuses and 

misguided determination to carry on

in the name of love

three fishermen in my life

who relentlessly kept fishing

and I let them bait me

one side of me says I should have passed on by

the other side says

perhaps your spirit is best

with the spark 

of another spirit

however briefly lingering

that connecting spark may be

music

art

a wise mind

that is your real joy

your real love

Valentine's Day has just passed

in my world

and still I cannot ignore 

my final awakening

my third and final fisherman

your birthday

could have been Monday

P.S. - NOTE TO SELF

Never be a Charmian Clift to a George Johnston