a monochrome state...

a monochrome state sunny sea blues and gold sands stormily #disarmed #vss365 #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 February 2025 at 08:20

blasts of winds...

blasts of winds thundering rain do not mean the presence of a destructive #cyclone there may be flooding but just minor flooding it may last a mere couple of hours or so but the cracks of wall-shaking body-rattling thunder will surely convince the hardened skeptic that Nature rules #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 February 2025 at 08:34

first waffle game...

#waffle1113 3/5 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 🟩⭐🟩⬜🟩 🟩🟩⭐🟩🟩 🟩⬜🟩⭐🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 🔥 streak: 1 wafflegame.net

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 February 2025 at 12:34

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