a trace of old air...

a #trace of old air mangles, curses my old clock that time now whimpers #vss365 #haiku #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 8 May 2025 at 08:00

fading horizon...

fading horizon our #elegy without end penned, sung in sea mist #vss365 #haiku #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 7 May 2025 at 10:00

crumbling script...

crumbling script inks from long forgotten wells bleed into the dust call to read or even sing #selcouth words of old voices #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 5 May 2025 at 10:15

I walk with sea winds...

I walk with sea winds shoreline waves nibble my toes and further my quest to seek old stories in the #echolalia of tides #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 4 May 2025 at 08:59

humanity only survives...

Humanity only survives if it matches every advancement in technology with a deepening of the soul. Without clarity about ethics, without sensitivity to truth and beauty, we will quickly lose ourselves in a heartless hellscape of digital minds.

Teach the humanities and the arts.

— Joseph Fasano (@Joseph_Fasano_) May 2, 2025

our apocalypse...

our apocalypse plundering Nature means death our death, our #karma #vss365 #haiku #poetry #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 3 May 2025 at 10:38

nirvana is rare...

#nirvana is rare a personal gem stashed in my bank safe with a combination lock cleared only by upbeat thoughts #vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 2 May 2025 at 11:36