morning magpie sings for his usual breakfast a keen #customer of crumbs on the windowsill and kitchen window gossip #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 18 April 2025 at 08:49
Temora = Wiradjuri land. But a German first chose the site of Temora (although the town has a name of Irish derivation); another German laid out the township.
SOUL
ALL THAT I AM
Friday, 18 April 2025
morning magpie sings...
Monday, 14 April 2025
an old soldier sits...
an old soldier sits counting medals counting ghosts his war did not #end it just changed its uniform to tattered memory #vss365 #micropoetry #poetry #poetsonbluesky
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 April 2025 at 19:39
Saturday, 12 April 2025
in the night silence...
in the night silence an origami crane unfolded and buoyed by cosmic energy soared to the stars gathering whispers from the universe next morning tucked into a new baby's tiny fist a mum found a tiny note keep dreaming your #dream we're listening #vss365 #micropoetry
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 April 2025 at 10:47
For so long, my writing seems to reflect the many voices within me...blurring together...
Suddenly, I feel different...my new location of Temora...albeit I have been here for a couple of years now; finding my arty tribe and special connections with some beautiful people here... have all contributed to this new me...
Then there is the beautiful world of Victoria Beata's glen...a magical world...
I think my trend, for now, is mainly magic...sharing magic...a healthy salve for a troubled world, a troubled mind...
something to rock your senses...
Something to rock your senses - courtesy of a bucket....https://t.co/GXpdEbWo3P
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) April 11, 2025
Friday, 11 April 2025
again the mayor lied...
again the mayor lied again a cacophony of cockatoo shrieks bagpipes whining and the endless #noise of barking dogs exploded from the statue again the statue winked and lips mimed 'the time will come' #vss365 #micropoetry
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 April 2025 at 10:37
Wednesday, 9 April 2025
inside an old oak...
inside an old oak an old woman hid a key in a later #life her young laughter spilled through the peeling bark #vss365 #tanka
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 April 2025 at 07:29
Often I think about what is out there beyond this life...
I find that as I age, I formulate many interpretations of 'next'....some replace one another, but others co-exist...
The answer is a personal shapeshifter...
Marc Scibilia finds beautiful music in the question of the beyond...
Tuesday, 8 April 2025
the death of daylight...
the #death of daylight in one world may be darkness but in another is the dawn of light then it's vice versa #vss365 #tanka
— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 April 2025 at 08:01
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dense winter mist #consuming a rural town leaves a cloak of silence the magpie pauses his usual morning argument he cannot see his opponen...
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It was a beautiful winter's drive today to Young, about 79.4km east of Temora... The view above represents the entrance to Young... But ...
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bouquets of street shade bunches of summer relief thanks to stalwart trees #haiku — Gemma Wiseman ( @gemma77.bsky.social ) 16 November 2025...
