longings, fears and hopes...

longings, fears and hopes the ephemeral tides of inner #hiraeth #vss365 #haiku #poetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 May 2025 at 07:59

a hungry flame gorges...

a hungry flame gorges on my old, parched wooden fears the ashes of what was once me feed my life's new garden a #conversion miracle #vss365 #tanka #poetry #poetsonbluesky #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 April 2025 at 07:57

rainy day meanderings...

Restless night last night...It could be the rain on the tin roof...first heavy, endless rain I have heard here in Temora...But it could be my fears on the rise...the flurry of a wedding this weekend (my daughter's husband's son) + my daughter's house loaded with more people...I have never met my daughter's ageing father-in-law...He was the first to arrive from the NSW mid-coast yesterday...Later today, a grandson from Wollongong arrives with his partner...That means 8 people in total here...so far...Tomorrow, a campervan arrives with 2 more people...Thankfully, not long after the latter arrives, I am leaving for Cootamundra to stay 2 nights in an air bnb...My bed here is needed for more visitors...

Having spent 2 years living alone after tragedy and trauma + moving interstate + retirement beginning, I'm feeling very fragile, spun into some kind of culture shock...People + noisy chatter + to-ing and fro-ing feel like an invasion I can't escape...

I keep telling myself to be grateful that my daughter is giving me shelter, feeding me...I have a cosy room + TV + internet access...I have no regular utility bills for now...This arrangement will only last till about July when my daughter's new home is complete and I take over this rental...

This country town is so appealing...I do love it...But for now, my own personal circumstances need a little time to evolve and settle...

So here I am, spilling my soul...hoping that voicing my fears eases my pressures...

And still it rains...