I am rock for now...

I am rock for now tomorrow may be feather #self is not concrete but a restless, wand'ring cloud who knows the feel of rain #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #poetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 16 June 2025 at 08:19

a slash or two...

a wall's #slash or two for measuring height through time now struggling to be still they mark a memory I touch in my quiet hours #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 15 June 2025 at 09:49

his old tin shed sways...

his old tin #shed sways drunk on endless winds and rains yet my note's still there faded, stamped with muddy boots and my one anxious word - wait #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 June 2025 at 11:59

there are sleep breaks when...

there are sleep breaks when my world needs cushioned silence nothing equals peace luxurious peace nothing but cushioned silence in my la la land #haiku #poetsonbluesky #poetry

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 June 2025 at 09:21

bursting dawn colours...

bursting dawn colours #shape positive vibes over horizon tree lines but cloud-strewn dawns still shuffle the maybe's and maybe not's #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 June 2025 at 07:41

this old skin of mine...

this old #skin of mine is bruised and mended by time crepe sleeps on my bones yet within, some younger self awaits some engaging spark #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 June 2025 at 11:39

a protest still brewed...

a protest still brewed tucked inside the steady eyes of a wayward child her #small hand found mine but I knew her mind was on fire #vss365 #tanka #poetry #blueskypoets

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 June 2025 at 08:57