a steamy affair...

a steamy affair twirled in a passionate spin a ladle lures the noodles to #canoodle in sync to entwine with grace #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 27 March 2025 at 21:07

how's and who's and why's...

how's and who's and why's my #insatiable wonder propels my lifestyle #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 March 2025 at 20:30

the poet in me...

the poet in me confronting tempest's beauty #inspiration strikes #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 25 March 2025 at 18:04

The poet in me constantly seeks to eke out the poetry even in unexpected subjects...

Nature's rage may spark fear, but also spins us into an awareness that only her power has beauty that demands respect.  She will not allow any form of human power over-ride her right to command. Sometimes, humanity needs to learn that lesson the hard way when Mother Nature lashes out with a return serve: when she feels threatened with human disrespect.

autumn wind's passion...

autumn wind's #passion revelling in bending trees and gifting dying leaves the fleeting joy of a dervish dance #tanka #vss365 #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 March 2025 at 17:43

Autumn trees dressed in autumn leaves seem ready for an autumn ball featuring wild colour...before time chimes the moment when those same leaves must return as the Cinderella of earth...And their trees sleep in long dreams... 

 

half a century...

half a century of flickering candle glows death by just one breath #haiku #micropoetry #poetrycommunity

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 23 March 2025 at 10:43

So much meaning in so few words...Read and think carefully...

Is the world combusting? Imploding? Or are social media's far reaching touch downs simply magnifying, verifying what has always been...at least in waves...over a long long time...

Hot spots are not just bubbling beneath the Earth's crust...
 

magic moonlight threads...

magic moonlight threads weave dark oceans to dark skies no vanishing point seamless silhouettes #indivisibility #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 22 March 2025 at 22:50

The above photo was taken in 2015.

It is a view of Port Phillip Bay by night as from my home part way up Arthurs Seat.

It fascinates me how all sense of horizon and vanishing point visible by day simply becomes invisible.

The world becomes a sea of silhouettes.

Strangely, I find such a scene soothing for weary eyes.

 

spills from the cloud line...

spills from the cloud line a neon crash of thunder #radioactive splinters fracture the morning and crack the bones of naked streets #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 21 March 2025 at 19:53

I feel the world is cautiously living in what feels like a global, radioactive state...

The innocent and the guilty are both prey to the entitled arrogance of blind greed...

I feel Mother Nature has plans for us...