thoughts on the soul...

let your soul
daily breathe
your air#haiku https://t.co/Jp9r90KA6E

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) August 10, 2026

2 views of cadence...

the #cadence of life is life #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 July 2026 at 10:54

the sounds and
movements of
poetic words
create waves
a #cadence

and this cadence
contributes to
meaning#vss365 #tanka #haiku

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) July 27, 2026

I keep a pocket...

long road—
I keep a pocket
for other people’s storms#haiku #poetry

— Rockford Haiku Hike (@OutsiderPoetry) December 23, 2025

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

another grey day of soft grey clouds...

it's another grey day of soft grey clouds soft mist soft rain showers and occasional soft winds a grand excuse to suffer the biting cold wrapped in a heated throw and wander other worlds writing reading and maybe the unplanned afternoon nap by #happenstance a kitten paperweight #vss365 #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 July 2025 at 09:25

my Sunday is soft with showery grey silence...

my Sunday is soft with showery grey silence...

time to think slowly

breathe slowly

time to dabble in some neglected wonder

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) July 27, 2025

an Emily Dickinson moment...

The above image was created with ChatGPT.

The phrase "I am out with lanterns, looking for myself" is a quote from a letter by the poet Emily Dickinson. While she used it to jokingly describe the chaos of moving and losing some belongings, it has resonated with many as a metaphor for an internal journey of self-discovery.

#writersquote
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
(Emily Dickenson) pic.twitter.com/h2zIBwTNYS

— David K Wessel/Author 🇺🇸🇩🇪🇵🇳 (@wessel4nh) May 1, 2025

"Soul"
"The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
... Emily Dickenson pic.twitter.com/iuWTOMeK6K

— Elle (@ellecreative) April 22, 2025

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

—Emily Dickenson, This is My Letter to the World, 1862 pic.twitter.com/Q2ebZY6TlA

— ✪∂тg✪ (@dtg581) February 22, 2025

PASSING THOUGHT:
At holiday time,
I seem to seek a splinter or two of Emily Dickenson...
quite content to drift from thought to feeling...
I see worlds through the eyes of other travellers...
I explore random ideas...
I feel little compulsion to join crowds...

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 15, 2021

fishing for poetry...

In recent days

I have realised that perhaps I have been fishing for poetry in the wrong way...

What if I mix up a stew of poetic ideas on ChatGPT, 

then sort it out into tanka or haiku

or both

and then ask ChatGPT to create a silhouette response to my final poem

DIFFERENT

P.S. The guy above is not fishing. He is cleaning his backyard pool in Dromana.

I guess that idea fits this post too.

 

my study is a working workshop...

my study is a working workshop

a conglomeration of half-born and half-baked ideas

patiently waiting for a moment of wholesome glory

what may seem like a carnival of worthless clutter

in fact secretes

a wish 

a dream

my soul's endless hope

to be released from

the humble, raw, caged pound of the many

to feel quietly unique

somewhere

to feel treasured

by someone

softly pages turn...

 

softly pages turn 

doorways and windows she knew 

in another time 

scents and vibes of her mother 

as she read to her children

I didn't build walls...

#vss365 #prompt #immunity (Origin, Latin – "exemption, protection") On #WorldFamilyDay, a shield—built by love, or from it. What no longer reaches you? What do you choose to keep out? Last prompt for this fortnight. Over to @katrevier.bsky.social from tomorrow Stay well, Adios.

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— Anish K Gupta #vss365 Host 1st May - 15th May (@uropoet.bsky.social) 15 May 2025 at 15:30

today marks the end of your days...

today marks the end of your days that could have been our orchestra just waited and waited and waited expecting to be tuned soon but you broke your string #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 March 2025 at 11:11

Today, 6 years ago, my partner, riddled with cancer, passed on to other worlds...It sounds sad...but on the flip side, there was another story...many other stories...When I met him, he said he had cancer and could not work...he didn't have cancer...He lied constantly about his identity, his background...He stole money from my bank account regularly...by gambling online daily...(How did he get access?)... He liked to buy the groceries, and constantly they cost more...His children did not contact him except the eldest daughter on a couple of occasions...He was moody and would be enraged if I did not photograph him in poses he wanted...Other times, he was angry if I did photograph him...He would get especially angry if I questioned his statements of innocence and behaviour. We rarely went out together, and on the few times we did, suddenly he would wish to go to the toilet...We would have to go home because he refused to use a public toilet...Then sometimes, we would try the outing again...sometimes...

So, when he was dying, with real cancer...and I learnt more lies when his eldest daughter appeared, I had to make a decision...Still stay with him?  Or just leave?...His eldest daughter told me that she didn't blame me if I chose the latter...

I stayed with him...He really had no one...I stayed with him right to the moment he passed away...In fact, I was the one who called that he had passed...The nurse had only just turned her back after shaving his face...

So I remember this date with a strange kind of sadness...A man gifted with musical talent and imaginative ideas, totally wasting the life he was given...Often he said I gave him the only peace he had known in his life. That could be translated in so many ways. 

I am not sorry I stayed with him at the end...But I am sorry that I tolerated so much, for so long, knowing that something was not right...I guess I was determined to keep going...or was I stubborn...

Hopefully, I think I have learnt a lesson or two now...

The Bones Beneath #poem #poetry #writing

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— Gerhard ∞ (@oevermann.bsky.social) 15 March 2025 at 09:35

beyond survival...

beyond survival may the peace of poetry bring you healthy Zen #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 February 2025 at 18:20

poetry haven...

poetry haven
is now just a database
of daily mind games

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 15, 2025

a Jabberwocky chuckle...

Here is today's poem called "Tangled" #poem #poetry #vss365 #slithy

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— TailgateProphet (@tailgateprophet.bsky.social) 20 January 2025 at 11:44

Very witty. I am sure that Lewis Carroll is indulging in a Jabberwocky chuckle. Love it👏

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 January 2025 at 12:24

the labyrinth and the fool...

in this #labyrinth of tunnels passageways alleys tracks streets highways (our #labyrinth of living for short) there may be times when we are a #fool of quiet wit or assume the role of the court jester and even the clown whatever your weather or season call it life and move on #vss365 #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 January 2025 at 10:32

Words whispered to a child under siege...

I've definitely been shadowbanned for posting this pic.twitter.com/ldZQ7VFpXz

— Joseph Fasano (@Joseph_Fasano_) April 2, 2024

they say we should be enemies...

Here is a post worth a long long scroll...
Move on from the initial post and keep moving...
If you have wondered where your spirit, your soul has been lately, you may just find it... https://t.co/9uyP9Oeplm

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 17, 2024

if I must die...

If I must die
let it be a never-ending tale
of hope https://t.co/pB5rc6MSeI

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 8, 2023