an ageing mirror softens an ageing face accumulated dust on a mirror may represent an enigmatic form of long-term #affection #vss365 #haiku #tanka
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 May 2026 at 09:46
an ageing mirror
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) May 3, 2026
softens
an ageing face
accumulated dust
on a mirror
may represent
an enigmatic form of
long-term #affection#vss365 #haiku #tanka
two kitchen chairs morning coffee steams from two cups as usual so age may tame the #velocity of familiar desire to deeper depths as usual #vss365 #tanka #micropoetrry
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 February 2026 at 09:19
two kitchen chairs
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 26, 2026
morning coffee
steams from
two cups
as usual
so age may tame
the #velocity of
familiar desire to
deeper depths
as usual#vss365 #tanka #micropoetrry
summer sunsets waste #blood on panting paddocks trying to stay cool and live in other chilled worlds old hearts battle to pump #blood to live and stay warm #vss365 #haiku #micropoetry
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 February 2026 at 10:40
summer sunsets waste #blood
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 7, 2026
on panting paddocks trying
to stay cool and live
in other chilled worlds
old hearts battle to pump #blood
to live and stay warm#vss365 #haiku #micropoetry
I watch my child laugh her laughter's pure #energy invigorates me in my aging breath the #energy of life is my infinity #vss365 #haiku
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 October 2025 at 08:32
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
— Cian McCarthy (@arealmofwonder) October 3, 2025
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
*****
"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often… pic.twitter.com/bKVmCY22Jt
superglue season hesitantly approaching my crusty grey years #haiku #senryu
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 March 2025 at 06:24
Rarely do I chuckle all the way through a post...including the comments attached... If you feel socially drained from the Christmas hype, read this. Your spirits will lift in no time... our ecosystem becomes more touchy with age just go with the flow #haiku
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 December 2024 at 17:43
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as my songlines shift
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) August 10, 2024
to a later phase
I feel quite content
keeping my bars on track
listening to my own voices
and resonating with
my own notes#micropoetry
2023 - August - My Temora verandah and my neighbour's furball... always keen to present her own rhythms... pic.twitter.com/LfSV9lUpIZ
Ageing converts past energies and personality#monostich #axiom
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 6, 2022
After my time in hospital with pneumonia, I am realising just how fragile I have become post-retirement and move interstate. Still not grounded in my new life till my daughter moves out into her new house. Still my own bits and pieces are in storage. Still treading water in the after-effects of a serious bout of pneumonia.
I am hoping that the prospect of warmer weather will weave some healing miracles.
