quake...

in Western philosophy long after Indian and Chinese records Socrates is hailed as the father of philosophy and so endless questions have unfolded over time ethics? the universe? the meaning of life? perhaps philosophy is the art of a #quake disembowelling so-called facts #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 October 2026 at 11:32

a painter invites geometric shapes to painting hello Picasso a composer mixes cultural sounds hello Peter Sculthorpe a poet abandons the 'legal' grammar that must be Hopkins critics #quake with bottomless questions but in time the rebels become nouveau classics #vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 10, 2026

siren...

the morning chorus is often led by a magpie or two a neighbour's dogs join in with a few bars of barking the neighbour is sleeping but wakes disgruntled with the mismatched orchestra music to some is a harsh invasive #siren to others #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 October 2026 at 09:00

cicadas claim the key role as town criers of summer we marvel that small 'invisible' creatures can spike a supposedly relaxing evening wine with the shrill shriek of a #siren chorus #vss365

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 9, 2026

sin...

a woman (maybe me) watches spring sunshine and shadows play in her garden at any time of day no duty ticked off no evidence of accomplishment do I commit the #sin of wastefulness laziness surely peace without work is productive claiming an honourable place on the recharge list #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 October 2026 at 15:19

correct sentences punctuaton spelling are all bound in a school straitjacket but to a rebel poet just open spaces voice meaning some schools of thought believe such poets commit a #sin some poets (Hopkins) simply let their unique poems prove otherwise #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 9, 2026

island...

the high-rise cityscape of Sydney's Circular Quay boasts a famous bridge over a famous harbour an Overseas Passenger Terminal an Opera House and sweeping water views but in The Rocks area (with these same views) is a sandstone #island built in 1816 a bemused (closed) Cadman's Cottage #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 October 2026 at 09:19

I see neighbours I have not seen beyond an #island of newly turned earth DANGER CONSTRUCTION ZONE #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 7, 2026

sail...

wild winds know how to play wild party games a shopping centre carpark offers so much fun an empty trolley joins the party surfing the carpark in zig zag directions rudderless sans #sail and no captain in sight #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 October 2026 at 09:37

yesterday I watched the jaws of a mighty machine savage an old house today flat red earth is waiting but I see a ghostly #sail rising from what was once a home #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 6, 2026

hurricane...

a Dickensian office in the 19th century was buried in bundles of loose papers stashed in boxes only specialised clerks knew where special papers slept one missing paper ignited a frenzy a #hurricane at Category 5 #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 October 2026 at 10:48

across the road timber tin plaster collapses dumped by a mechanical arm decades of home life reduced to truck loads no sacred ceremony just restless lost circling dust a demolition #hurricane #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 5, 2026

harbour...

Port Phillip Bay is rarely called a #harbour Sydney Harbour bears a famous profile thanks to its famous bridge but to leave Sydney Harbour first tackle a 2 km space between The Heads leave the bay but first field The Rip 1 km is the navigable space multiple shipwrecks say it all #vss365

— Gemma Mira Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 October 2026 at 09:56

two souls share one silence one may #harbour facets of a diamond in the eyes one may grind a secret scheme in clenched hands the high road and the low road never will meet in one peace #vss365 #poetry

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Mira Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) October 4, 2026