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

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

winds and shadows...

#vss365

I’ve stopped asking⁰whether the wind is lost⁰or simply curious

There’s a kind of courage⁰in walking where certainty⁰never learned to grow

Even the shadows⁰change their mind at sunset⁰stretching toward futures⁰that haven't yet⁰been dreamed into existence

So I… pic.twitter.com/9jEiuSJYL6

— Nacho & Alice (@Nachokeys21) August 5, 2026

2 views of urge...

my shy, hermit nature scrambles and baulks my #urge to be known #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 August 2026 at 09:13

chilled rains and winds
inspire the #urge
to seek a homely chair
a cosy rug
and a good book#vss365 #tanka

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

a palette of clouds...

a palette of clouds awaits a wind's paintbrush art in vivid action is a #wondrous sight #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 31 May 2026 at 10:39

a palette of clouds
awaits
a wind's paintbrush
art in vivid action is
a #wondrous sight#vss365 #tanka

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) May 31, 2026

today's wind forecast...

today's wind forecast relentless blustery blasts again boot breezes the #murmur of summer winds seems like forgotten music #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 19 January 2026 at 09:14

today's wind forecast
relentless blustery blasts
again boot breezes
the #murmur of summer winds
seems like forgotten music#vss365 #tanka #micropoetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 18, 2026

Australia's mischief season...

Australia's #mischief season's based on numerators and denominators numerators are vicious storms and icy winds chilled sunlight and rain denominators thrive on stilled silence or mist minor shifts from cold winter party games when winter wields her freedom and most hide indoors #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 August 2025 at 09:20

wind rattled grasses...

wind rattled grasses may murmur sweet past stories of long gone lovers but the #susurrus I hear is a name I must forget #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 June 2025 at 10:23

I walk with sea winds...

I walk with sea winds shoreline waves nibble my toes and further my quest to seek old stories in the #echolalia of tides #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 May 2025 at 08:59

rumours on the wind...

rumours on the wind zig zagging through a forest the #cost of your rash building means obliterating us your life breath and ours #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 April 2025 at 10:34

autumn wind's passion...

autumn wind's #passion revelling in bending trees and gifting dying leaves the fleeting joy of a dervish dance #tanka #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 March 2025 at 17:43

Autumn trees dressed in autumn leaves seem ready for an autumn ball featuring wild colour...before time chimes the moment when those same leaves must return as the Cinderella of earth...And their trees sleep in long dreams... 

 

involution coils...

#involution coils spirals of sound twist high among the gums below wind-driven whorls of defiance disturb the river messing with the current's will to flow and overhead a wind-tangled, helpless kite with fragile paper wings shredded by the very breath that first taught it how to fly #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 March 2025 at 12:59