there are times...

there are times when I keep writing 

and writing 

and writing

I have no sound reason why

other than it is addictive

a necessary vitamin for my health that can't be bought

only practised...

in short, it seems to be a natural past time...

just a word on the news

a morning view from my window

a thought of a friend

sparks the daily writing flurry

even the ragged post of old Balnarring pier

inspires me to revisit memories

recycle thoughts

and simply

keep writing

restless Nature...

restless Nature a catalyst for releasing forgotten passions #haiku #PoetsforBluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 November 2024 at 21:13

fishing is...

fishing is
living the good life of
practical dreaming#haiku

📷 2019 - July - Mornington pier...
Love finding the occasional quirky scenario...
And this one must be included...
An interested fishing pose...touch and go? pic.twitter.com/rcBFGCCcdX

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) July 3, 2024

May's subtle beauties...

May's subtle beauties
rippling silvered greys
soothe my lonely grief#haiku

📷Cool autumn morning at Blairgowrie Beach on the Mornington Peninsula. It would have been my Dad's birthday today. I lost him many a year ago when I was just 12. So wish I could have really known him. pic.twitter.com/Ib01e9RHil

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) May 2, 2024

9 days after...

nine days after
you found other worlds
the sea was my friend

📷28th March 2019 -Dromana Beach pic.twitter.com/ebfOmeDhwi

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 27, 2024