quake...

in Western philosophy long after Indian and Chinese records Socrates is hailed as the father of philosophy and so endless questions have unfolded over time ethics? the universe? the meaning of life? perhaps philosophy is the art of a #quake disembowelling so-called facts #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 October 2026 at 11:32

a painter invites geometric shapes to painting hello Picasso a composer mixes cultural sounds hello Peter Sculthorpe a poet abandons the 'legal' grammar that must be Hopkins critics #quake with bottomless questions but in time the rebels become nouveau classics #vss365

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

siren...

the morning chorus is often led by a magpie or two a neighbour's dogs join in with a few bars of barking the neighbour is sleeping but wakes disgruntled with the mismatched orchestra music to some is a harsh invasive #siren to others #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 October 2026 at 09:00

cicadas claim the key role as town criers of summer we marvel that small 'invisible' creatures can spike a supposedly relaxing evening wine with the shrill shriek of a #siren chorus #vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 9, 2026

sin...

a woman (maybe me) watches spring sunshine and shadows play in her garden at any time of day no duty ticked off no evidence of accomplishment do I commit the #sin of wastefulness laziness surely peace without work is productive claiming an honourable place on the recharge list #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 October 2026 at 15:19

correct sentences punctuaton spelling are all bound in a school straitjacket but to a rebel poet just open spaces voice meaning some schools of thought believe such poets commit a #sin some poets (Hopkins) simply let their unique poems prove otherwise #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 9, 2026

island...

the high-rise cityscape of Sydney's Circular Quay boasts a famous bridge over a famous harbour an Overseas Passenger Terminal an Opera House and sweeping water views but in The Rocks area (with these same views) is a sandstone #island built in 1816 a bemused (closed) Cadman's Cottage #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 October 2026 at 09:19

I see neighbours I have not seen beyond an #island of newly turned earth DANGER CONSTRUCTION ZONE #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 7, 2026

sail...

wild winds know how to play wild party games a shopping centre carpark offers so much fun an empty trolley joins the party surfing the carpark in zig zag directions rudderless sans #sail and no captain in sight #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 October 2026 at 09:37

yesterday I watched the jaws of a mighty machine savage an old house today flat red earth is waiting but I see a ghostly #sail rising from what was once a home #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 6, 2026

hurricane...

a Dickensian office in the 19th century was buried in bundles of loose papers stashed in boxes only specialised clerks knew where special papers slept one missing paper ignited a frenzy a #hurricane at Category 5 #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 October 2026 at 10:48

across the road timber tin plaster collapses dumped by a mechanical arm decades of home life reduced to truck loads no sacred ceremony just restless lost circling dust a demolition #hurricane #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 5, 2026

harbour...

Port Phillip Bay is rarely called a #harbour Sydney Harbour bears a famous profile thanks to its famous bridge but to leave Sydney Harbour first tackle a 2 km space between The Heads leave the bay but first field The Rip 1 km is the navigable space multiple shipwrecks say it all #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 October 2026 at 09:56

two souls share one silence one may #harbour facets of a diamond in the eyes one may grind a secret scheme in clenched hands the high road and the low road never will meet in one peace #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 4, 2026

lure...

courtship is all about sweet singing a lyre bird believes a raspy song is all about a warning of rights a magpie claims birdsong has a yin and yang and a few notes between a #lure of love or an announcement of territorial war or simply a song for a new day #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 October 2026 at 12:09

a puddle
a muddy puddle
tempts most dogs

the leash strains
the leash snaps
success
for the dog
of course

a child
watches the dog
for just a moment
but the lure of
fun for two
overwhelms
rules

at times
play means
visible or
invisible restraints
are left
high and dry#vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 3, 2026

mountain...

a child gleefully pockets a hand-size unusual stone from the foot of a #mountain a mountain's pint-size geology now lives by a jumble of crayons and inside a child's wonder + a toy dinosaur or two watch on #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 October 2026 at 09:04

emails
the washing pile
the mowing

perhaps
I'll climb
that #mountain
tomorrow

perhaps

but tomorrow
never comes
this week#vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 2, 2026

cloud...

tragic loss invites silver-lining comfort from the well meaning the positive brigade on the other hand I simply wish to close the door and sit quietly with my reality + my coffee friend and just let my #cloud rain #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 October 2026 at 12:20

the ancient
4th century B.C.
Epidaurus Theatre
in Greece
is still used today

drop a coin
mid stage
and the amphitheatre's
highest seat
hears the moment

and a summer festival
of classical dramas
summons
a #cloud
of old crowds
to cast
shadows

keeping echoes
alive #vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 2, 2026

bequest...

grey hair at 30 regular cramps huge eyes and wish I was taller a tendency to prefer the peace of a hermit but at least I love animals and find it easy to smile at the wonder of small things thanks ancestors for your #bequest of mixed gifts or is that messages #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 1 October 2026 at 07:22

on the red earth
of outback plains
lives one abandoned
dilapidated
old house

the scene was
the stark backdrop
for Midnight Oil's video
'Beds are Burning'

the film
became
a #bequest

for tourists
+
a festival
for thousands

old and new sounds
rock
under outback stars#vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 1, 2026

reprieve...

tsunami winds on the rise dark threatening clouds mobilise but no rain so far I hazard a guess that the rain and I have about twenty minutes reprieve before our race to win the washing (wet or dry) begins #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 September 2026 at 10:24

afternoon tea
demolished
by the ladies' club

bar one last
teasing
biscuit
leashed to
polite manners
that can grant
a soft #reprieve

except
perhaps
to a dog
who holds
no lead on the matter#vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 29, 2026

purity...

as history toddles through time new editions emerge details fade evaluations shift a process of biased selection history and praiseworthy #purity cannot be exhaled fairly in the same breath truthful history needs to include a muddied version even if it shames and makes no sense #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 September 2026 at 10:28

drought
bakes
life

but when rains
drop by
they seem to
quench and #purify
the landscape

at first

but if the rains
keep raining
life may turn
muddied
swamped

turning purity
into
impurity#vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 28, 2026

renounce...

I hereby #renounce the 6am alarm by a mere click to the off groove retirement now welcomes my time not their time next day at 5:57am I learnt my body did not sign the resignation forms #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 September 2026 at 08:54

in Shakespeare's time
silly did not just mean
silly

innocent
harmless
helpless
pitiful
were likely meanings

so what if #renounce
renounces
the serious
and tests lighter moments

as a watcher
of dolphins
and kookaburras
and butterflies
at play#vss365

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

nurture...

prized flowers drink in the energy of spring rains and weeds multiply and grass outruns mowers and the gardener feels spring pains the #nurture inherent in nature never discriminates #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 September 2026 at 09:07

a famous painter
created
his first sculpture

he felt uncertain
nervous
about making it
public
alongside his paintings

was the risk
of abortion
a shadow
behind the birth of#nurture#vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 26, 2026

reckon...

Queen Victoria a good or bad reign for 63 years her world meant an empire breeding British progress but the loved queen was also 'Famine Queen' even history argues with history Widow of Windsor Grandmother of Europe so no jury no judge past or present can #reckon a verdict #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 September 2026 at 14:36

masses of data
assist
meteorologists
to predict
weather patterns

grandma's
aching knees
are all she needs
to #reckon
rain's near#vss365 #tanka

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 26, 2026

hunger...

city traffic airport chaos a loud café relentless appointments text message overload working late there are times when we #hunger for less much less #vss365 #micropoetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 September 2026 at 17:55

a dog
beside
a man

the dog's
melting eyes
watch the man

the man
tries to eat
but feels
the eyes of
the dog

the dog
begs to eat
what the man eats

the man
caves to
the dog's eyes

so a dining soliloquy
is crushed
by seductive
vaudeville#hunger#vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 25, 2026

passion...

some dramatic blooms inherited a sacred story the drama lasts just a little while a symbol from an old story of resurrection some #passion flowers open daily summer to autumn some live for just a day some seasonal passion flowers are the town criers for the return of the passionfruit #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 24 September 2026 at 10:23

extrovert youth has
vibrant energy
impulsive fire

sport skills
lively city life
romance
ambition
can be magnets

the in crowd's ideal

but introvert youth
has a passion for
embers
where private dreams
keep glowing

to an introvert
the in crowd's
a shifting goal#vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 23, 2026

embark...

a bushwalker or mountain climber may #embark on a carefully planned expedition the bushwalk is long with tangles and tripwires the mountain is tall with hazards both are challenges both have dangers but tortoises #embark on such threats daily just by walking anywhere everywhere #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 September 2026 at 09:15

a teenager's
long red football sock
secretly played with
an innocent
load of whites

can a mere sock#embark on celebrating
a grand final win
by inflicting
its club colours

that goal
is a given
ready or not#vss365 #tanka #haiku

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 22, 2026

stormy...

one painter captured Nature's raw energy consistently obsessively J.M.W.Turner chased the experience of Nature's power to paint it in swirling vortexes of bold brush strokes and wild colour #stormy seascapes tantalised possessed his untamed #stormy soul #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 September 2026 at 09:43

the mad dash outside
to undress
a clothes line
when wind-blown hail
pelts down

the relief
when
washing
parks dry in
the laundry

this is a #stormy
rock and roll
in full swing
BUT
only one races inside

one lone kookaburra
spins happily
on the now
naked
clothes line#vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) September 21, 2026