beneath earthy-toned swirls...

beneath the small, humble earthy-toned swirls of my homely shell lives my heartbeat my soul #tanka #micropoetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 February 2025 at 07:35

an empty bathtub...

an empty #bathtub with grimey taps an empty #bathtub laden with red dust and shadow shapes an empty, dusty #bathtub in a long-abandoned house down a neglected forgotten country lane I wandered here one last time one last reminder that only the bathroom window was open still ##vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 February 2025 at 23:21

polished grains in my table...

polished grains in my table are discretely set in a ring of wise old #oak traces of lost dreaming voices #vss365

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 February 2025 at 07:59

Jonathan Muncy Storm...

the waiting may

culminate in 

a sad kind of happiness

too late to progress

but never too late to just be

and eventually you realise

that real love

is an intangible understanding

mating

mind and spirit

 

a postscript thought

I am quite skilled

quite experienced in

being stubborn

I have hope

always hope

Poems based on Joseph Fasano thoughts...

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— Joseph Fasano (@josephfasano.bsky.social) 3 February 2025 at 00:46

I'm a wreck over this.

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— Joseph Fasano (@josephfasano.bsky.social) 3 February 2025 at 09:13

shapely silhouettes...

shapely #silhouettes can mess with your mind stirring a brew of questions the ultimate tricksters of the #reality you thought you knew #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 February 2025 at 08:52

the sliding sun...

the sliding sun a sighing #rocket mission fulfilled blazing trails in molten gold the silhouette of a lone seagull slowly rides the glow #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 February 2025 at 08:23