chrome-like shiny green...

chrome-like shiny green quilted with doona delights Oz Christmas beetle rainbow melody #lavish shining segments of lower world secrets #haikuchallenge

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 31 December 2024 at 13:24

calling all angels for 2025...

just outside the door 

is 2025

at midnight

the door will unlatch and 

slide open

2024 will just be a shadow

cast by the self

2025 will be the new light

of hopeful wonder

it may be a universal door

but on opening, it reveals

many highways

many tracks

many mountains and valleys ahead

some visible

some invisible

all waiting to be owned

by choice

or by circumstance

all person specific

no matter race or age

to safely tread this testing wheel of time

to progress effectively

beyond the door

we need to simply keep walking

keep walking with our angels

our friendly angels of earth or spirit

our better angels

our personal

better angels

"...President Carter will never be far away – buried alongside Rosalynn next to a willow tree down the road, his memory calling all of us to heed our better angels." 

- Statement from the Obamas on the death of 100 year old President Jimmy Carter.

ice in a clear glass...

ice in a clear glass ice like shafts of crystal reflecting the colours of light a lone glass happy to just be a lone glass if I am #solitude I am ice in a clear glass slowly melting into my songlines #vss365 #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky 📷My lone glass in Strathalbyn, South Australia

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 31 December 2024 at 09:58

I'm on my soapbox...

I'm on my soap box I expect far more respect far more #decorum far more understanding of my feathered friends from the human species leave us our leafy space to be a mindful voice in your wilderness #micropoetry #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 30 December 2024 at 10:13

a doubtful cocktail...

a doubtful cocktail no clear information on a possible bar trend a gaping #schism between wine and beer #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 29 December 2024 at 09:46

motorbike at Hastings...

addiction rapture

locked in the powerful vibes

of motorbike thrills

to feel the roaring purr

of throbbing engines

to lean into the rush

of a long straight road

and

to sway with the dance

of winding bends

to brave dusty tracks

strewn with rocky check-points

and to be sure no vehicle

would dare to try 

to reach the vague towns 

of yesteryear 

and touch the pulse 

of pioneers

I somehow sense

the motorbike rider

could easily be

today's lone pioneer

appreciating the good 

and the bad

of the world

as a passing parade

up close

and real

and I

as an addicted rider

love it that way

a post Christmas chuckle...

Rarely do I chuckle all the way through a post...including the comments attached... If you feel socially drained from the Christmas hype, read this. Your spirits will lift in no time... our ecosystem becomes more touchy with age just go with the flow #haiku

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 28 December 2024 at 17:43