again the mayor lied...

again the mayor lied again a cacophony of cockatoo shrieks bagpipes whining and the endless #noise of barking dogs exploded from the statue again the statue winked and lips mimed 'the time will come' #vss365 #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 April 2025 at 10:37

inside an old oak...

inside an old oak an old woman hid a key in a later #life her young laughter spilled through the peeling bark #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 April 2025 at 07:29

Often I think about what is out there beyond this life...

I find that as I age, I formulate many interpretations of 'next'....some replace one another, but others co-exist...

The answer is a personal shapeshifter... 

Marc Scibilia finds beautiful music in the question of the beyond...

the death of daylight...

the #death of daylight in one world may be darkness but in another is the dawn of light then it's vice versa #vss365 #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 April 2025 at 08:01

my kitty's deep grief...

my kitty's deep #grief random bursts of sleep needed cuddling his socks close #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 6 April 2025 at 21:27

empaths, old souls and introverts...

https://t.co/GLP1YR23nG

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) April 6, 2025

beneath the old Hawthorn tree...

A gorgeous story for a weekend...https://t.co/IBQoBkhmfM

— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) April 5, 2025

stamped on my heartbeats...

stamped on my heart beats splinters of your iced presence smirk at healing #time #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 April 2025 at 22:25