to measure childhood...

to #measure childhood is to limit the lifespan of wonder and fun #vss365 #haiku #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 January 2025 at 09:35

art uncorked?...

art uncorked? a boutique winery Poplar Bend on a mountain not far from the sea parades an image of a famous Melbourne nude painting in full view of passing traffic on Main Ridge Road some have tried to trace the many journeys of the nude and the art but many a #question still remains #vss365

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 January 2025 at 10:22

I pause...breathless...

I pause...breathless #turning the briefest flash of #delight into my secret golden memory #vss365 #tanka #micropoetry #poetsonbluesky

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 January 2025 at 13:07

my 2024 delight...

my 2024 #delight pot-pourri of art, music and writing landscapes and walking on loop in 2025 #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky photos.app.goo.gl/yisyAd76oE5j...

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 January 2025 at 20:16

feigned white walls...

feigned white walls need the truths of #fresh and ongoing colours #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 January 2025 at 15:41

mudlark soliloquy...

 

modelling a black and white number

is easy

but modelling a black and white number well

is quite another matter

I believe I am of the latter category

I practise

and practise

perhaps even in my sleep

that demonstrates how utterly addicted I am

to perfection 

but

I have not mentioned yet

that I model in many moods

there is the graceful glide in the air

with elegant speed

there is the catwalk strut

and then there is the

'get off my land' flash

alive with angry beauty

attested to by my accompanying shriek

I enjoy making my mark on the world

and enjoy keeping it that way too

a status quo

my way

no wonder I am honoured with a batch of names

magpie-lark

mudlark

and even

peewit and 

peewee 

in short

I am the very model of

feathered models

2025 me ..

 

2025 me

is feeling proud of my life

at last

the shame of feeling less than others

the shame of bowing to the needs of others

and squashing my own

the shame of struggling to find my own voice

and following it confidently

finally

has melted

and the phoenix me

in all its alternative complexities

is rising

once 

for a photo shoot

I would have worked my hair

into a controlled shape

(no obvious loose, stray ends)

my smile would be shaky

and probably

if a selfie

my outline would be somewhat blurred

however

this morning

I was feeling creatively alive

different

the photograph is not studied

it is

as is

and I feel happy