December 20, 2014...Cormorant drying its wings at The Coolart Wetlands, Somers, Victoria on the Mornington Peninsula...
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 20, 2025
outstretched wing feathers
the fine art of displaying
drying rituals#haiku pic.twitter.com/AyeKxhTmU7
Temora = Wiradjuri land. But a German first chose the site of Temora (although the town has a name of Irish derivation); another German laid out the township.
SOUL
ALL THAT I AM
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Saturday, 20 December 2025
outstretched wing feathers...
Saturday, 14 December 2024
a touch of Christmas tears...
there is a sadness in
a lone figure
quietly walking
an old, winding track
treading
the shadows
beneath overhanging branches
beneath tangled trees
beneath a pot pouri
of filtered light
there is a particular sadness
when you have known that figure
for quite some years
and this, his moment
returns at Christmas time
he told you once
that you were his peace
his first and only peace
in life
those words soothe
all the sharp pain of old questions
and what is left is
a precious thought
perhaps we were meant to be together
for a space of time
we gave each other a gift
hopefully he has his eternal peace
I have his strength
his drive to test out creative ideas
and his deep love of animals
and now
it is time
for me to move on
P.S.
André Léon Marie Nicolas Rieu is a Dutch violinist and conductor. He has been playing a medley of songs this morning.He has just begun playing Somewhere My Love...we'll meet again someday...
I think I have just received a wonderful Christmas gift from the Universe...
Thursday, 7 December 2023
for one who goes alone...
Such sensitive, comforting words for an 'unknown soldier' in perhaps what could be a dark moment... https://t.co/ttEBzxB7WT
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 6, 2023
perhaps
you wanted to be alone
with your multi-faceted personalities
but I hope you realise
I was there
always
waiting in the wings
waiting for glimmers of love
and
as a token of my presence
I left you shells of love
from our beach
the one we visited each Good Friday
until you just missed
the last one
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