clock ticks, kettle sings...

the clock ticks on the clock ticks on the clock ticks on again morning light rinses the wall in the same mystic way it did yesterday as usual my kettle boils my kettle boils my kettle boils as usual clock ticks, kettle sings my #monotonous rhythms in morning's first light #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 December 2025 at 09:16

my thoughts build cities at midnight...

In English, we say: "I can't sleep."
But in poetry, we say:
"My thoughts build cities at midnight, and I get lost in every alley." pic.twitter.com/ETVAMTOrxt

— Gitana (@Gitana1369877) December 13, 2025