magic moonlight threads...

magic moonlight threads weave dark oceans to dark skies no vanishing point seamless silhouettes #indivisibility #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 March 2025 at 22:50

The above photo was taken in 2015.

It is a view of Port Phillip Bay by night as from my home part way up Arthurs Seat.

It fascinates me how all sense of horizon and vanishing point visible by day simply becomes invisible.

The world becomes a sea of silhouettes.

Strangely, I find such a scene soothing for weary eyes.

 

spills from the cloud line...

spills from the cloud line a neon crash of thunder #radioactive splinters fracture the morning and crack the bones of naked streets #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 March 2025 at 19:53

I feel the world is cautiously living in what feels like a global, radioactive state...

The innocent and the guilty are both prey to the entitled arrogance of blind greed...

I feel Mother Nature has plans for us...

was and still will be...

was and still will be the #sempiternal wise voice of William Shakespeare #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 20 March 2025 at 20:23

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

mindless invasion...

mindless invasion when will supercedes rights and #guilt defames innocence blind superiority drives colonisation #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 March 2025 at 22:04

 

Watched a programme on SBS regarding so many indigenous 'trophies' in overseas museums or galleries and the current push to get them returned to their homeland. 

This poem emerged from my response to the programme. 

soulmate's eyes...

my old soul mate's eyes legendary spirit of #cerulean blue #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 March 2025 at 09:41

Soulmates are precious beings that break down age barriers...Sometimes both beings may in fact be old soul mates...

Sometimes a soulmate may transform into a life partner...But there are others...

There's the soulmate in the work place...but not really suitable for daily life outside the workplace...

Meeting in common interest areas can cultivate a soulmate...

It is possible to meet more than one soulmate in a single lifetime...often appearing to spark a momentary sense of creative connection beyond earthly realms...

Sometimes, soulmates just meet for a flicker of time...and then move on...separately...

red-crowned cranes...

https://t.co/4wbKAMBln7

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 16, 2025

I began a cooler Monday morning with music...accompanied by the dance of some red-crowned cranes...

and some coffee...

Bliss...

NOTE: This crane is China's national bird, but it is also to be found in Japan and Korea. Their dancing appears to confirm and strengthen a lifetime partnership.