Dad and toddler chat...

https://youtu.be/fCMFgAFIhV0?si=Oa2wb40IAHzM7MqG

I feel old songlines...

I feel old song lines in the droning of wise trees recalling first lives their #primordial senses awoken by rustling leaves I feel the lost hush of #primordial silence in wordless spaces #vss365 #tanka #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 17 June 2025 at 09:49

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