a cracked, smudged mirror...

a cracked, smudged mirror #Idolatry still lives there as if my echo of ghostly former egos was I ever warm-hearted #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 July 2025 at 19:57

an Emily Dickinson moment...

The above image was created with ChatGPT.

The phrase "I am out with lanterns, looking for myself" is a quote from a letter by the poet Emily Dickinson. While she used it to jokingly describe the chaos of moving and losing some belongings, it has resonated with many as a metaphor for an internal journey of self-discovery.

#writersquote
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
(Emily Dickenson) pic.twitter.com/h2zIBwTNYS

— David K Wessel/Author 🇺🇸🇩🇪🇵🇳 (@wessel4nh) May 1, 2025

"Soul"
"The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
... Emily Dickenson pic.twitter.com/iuWTOMeK6K

— Elle (@ellecreative) April 22, 2025

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

—Emily Dickenson, This is My Letter to the World, 1862 pic.twitter.com/Q2ebZY6TlA

— ✪∂тg✪ (@dtg581) February 22, 2025

PASSING THOUGHT:
At holiday time,
I seem to seek a splinter or two of Emily Dickenson...
quite content to drift from thought to feeling...
I see worlds through the eyes of other travellers...
I explore random ideas...
I feel little compulsion to join crowds...

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 15, 2021

a unique gum tree...

#vss365 #tanka #deviant

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 July 2025 at 10:54

Roots of the Deviant Soul - male voice + guitar

Roots of the Deviant Soul - female voice + piano

in the ageless woods...

in the ageless woods, a crow with ragged feathers watched with ink-well eyes a #savant who knew futures stalked that luck was life's pendulum it sought scattered things a child’s ribbon, ring, a bone, laid them on a cairn tokens for the brave to read to risk it's their fate #vss365 #tanka

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 July 2025 at 11:28

the meaning of distractions...

 

My daughter's beautiful dog Bella is always alert...

Distractions are often not mere distractions but may emerge as worthwhile cautions...

I have taken a leaf from her guru diary...

Lately I have not been writing poetry, daily, but more time consuming mini drama scripts...

They are based on Temora's Urban Myths using Bill Speirs publication...

Who knows where this distraction may lead, 

but initially, the script will be used on 31st October 

in my special Temora exhibition of art then and now...

where arts communicate and create a special ecosystem of want and need...

fishing for poetry...

In recent days

I have realised that perhaps I have been fishing for poetry in the wrong way...

What if I mix up a stew of poetic ideas on ChatGPT, 

then sort it out into tanka or haiku

or both

and then ask ChatGPT to create a silhouette response to my final poem

DIFFERENT

P.S. The guy above is not fishing. He is cleaning his backyard pool in Dromana.

I guess that idea fits this post too.

 

carnival of wheels...

carnival of wheels ribbon of winding colours seers the greens of hills a global army of bikes celebrates the Tour de France #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 July 2025 at 08:56