— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020The prism represents anyone who wants to be part of creating harmony...
Wednesday, 3 June 2020
power of a prism...
small freeway...
early 19th century— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
no swarms of traffic
and squashed trains
just a small bridge holds
a small freeway #tanka https://t.co/mSnxiqBYC5
Utagawa Hiroshige There is a sensitive connection in these landscape scenes....between people and the world they inhabit...There is a slow pace...suggesting people are tuned and content in this lifestyle...
Northern Lights...
Auroras are not confined to Earth. Jupiter's auroras light up the planet with a light stronger than the Earth's light. https://t.co/DpH7sNKZr7 via @ConversationUK— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
random beauty...
I felt like gathering some magic...Inside this pipi shell was hidden a tiny, curved bay.— SeaGoatWhoScreamsPoetry (@SeaGoatScreams) June 3, 2020
The sea is moody here, with a great sweep of lacy foam. The sand is flat and anticipatory, and a mountainous island of quartz-rock looms on the horizon.
I'm going to stay in here for a few moments, if you'd like a pause. pic.twitter.com/bLWTLmt3p9
Listen to the colour. Then, close your ears and see its music.— Indu Pillai (@InduPillai01) June 3, 2020
Magical Falls, Krasi Matarov! 🤩 pic.twitter.com/KwTNe9UrYT— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 3, 2020
Isle of Skye, Scotland! 💙🏴 pic.twitter.com/6yMjnyoLoD— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) April 5, 2020
Chillon Castle is a Swiss medieval castle located on the shores of Lake Geneva. It was an important defensive building from the Bronze Age, built in the 13th century; it is gothic style pic.twitter.com/RRfh2wMwNO— Sebastian (@Sebastian023456) June 2, 2020
Cottage, Faroe Islands, Denmark!🤩 pic.twitter.com/ukezhtKKnZ— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 2, 2020
Leanach Cottage, Culloden Moor, Inverness, Scotland! 💙🏴 From 1732! pic.twitter.com/iKc5CWftCy— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 2, 2020
Good afternoon my friends Twitter 💙💙 pic.twitter.com/VlRupl4mKl— Lluís Cat (@lluispriorat) June 2, 2020
I am poet. Here’s one of my haiku for those who like the form— Paresh Tiwari (@Paresh_Writes) June 3, 2020
mustard fields
a thimbleful of sun
on each blossom#poetry #haiku
mist comes from nowhere— ghost of poetry (@illdesperado) June 2, 2020
turns trees to lace
and you asleep beneath
your transparent sheets
of rainwater
processing...
I too wonder...Will young people carry their feelings now for years to come? Are their young lives compromised? Will they be tainted with sadness that never leaves? And as adults, will they change? Their characters? Their outlook on the world?Yesterday, my 14-year-old cousin said, “We’re living through a social studies chapter” and I can’t stop thinking about that, about him, about how young people are processing this moment.— Clint Smith (@ClintSmithIII) June 2, 2020
Impossible to know answers for now... we older ones will never know...
winter and rain...
— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) June 1, 2020
For every patch of winter sunlight, lately, there seems to be a whole quilt load of rain variations, waiting to share their bounty...
Obama and change...
a heart— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
in full voice
is the only way
to speak
and reach people #tanka
How to Make this Moment the Turning Point for Real Change by @BarackObama https://t.co/G4eC87Pcar
against the current...
so many— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
crying inside
tear-gassed outside
still beauty swims on
against the current #tanka pic.twitter.com/3GrT3LS0l3
storykeepers...
RECONCILIATION WEEK closes... These words are beautiful and comforting...Boori Monty Pryor is an indigenous Australian born in Townsville, North Queensland in 1950. pic.twitter.com/0UsWQVETQH— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
Boori Monty Pryor is an amazing individual.
He is an indigenous Australian born in Townsville, North Queensland in 1950. His father is from the Birri-gubba Nation of the Bowen region and his mother's tribal group from Yarrabah, near Cairns, is the Kunggandji. Boori travels extensively as a performer and public speaker for school students and adult groups throughout Australia and overseas Boori has worked in numerous industries including education, film, television, modelling, sport and music. He has played in two World Masters Games in Basketball competition, winning a Silver Medal for Australia in 1994. In 1990 he was awarded the National Aboriginal and Islander Observance Day Committee Award for "outstanding contribution to the promotion of indigenous culture". SOURCE: Booktopia
Boori Monty Pryor has also written novels. My review of his novel My Girragundji - about a boy seeking identity - is on my Songlines on the Winds blog.
Words are soft
Words are sound
Words are hard
Words are round
They sing to you
Write to you
Cry to you
Sigh to you
They jumble, fumble
Mumble and crumble
Until they stumble into you
Touch is a word
Smile is a word
Feelings are wonderful words
Sometimes sad words
Need to see
That without each other
There could never be
You and me
Stories could never be told
Or heard
Without you and me
The longest sentence
In this world of words
Is the one that spells
You or me
You and me spells us
And these two letters
Together
Make us all
Storykeepers
SOURCE image + poem: Australian Children's Poetry
am I...
'Born in 1958 on Wakka Wakka land in South Western Queensland, Fogarty’s poetry deploys language in innovative and disruptive ways and has pioneered a new space of Aboriginal writing: “I see words beyond any acceptable meaning,” he explains, “this is how I express my dreaming.” His poem “Am I,” for example, concludes with the cry of a kangaroo that presages the collapse of boundaries between self and other.' Source: Poetry FoundationFor Reconciliation Week - Aboriginal Lionel D Fogarty's - “Am I”— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
I heard a roo cry
Am I hearing attendants
to my hearts
Am we lovin’ in these days
Am I sadden these nights
Forever it possess you man
something must tell
Am I me or you am us.
"this is how I express my dreaming.” pic.twitter.com/9AATViCl95
the screen...
Adore the young teenagers in my classes... But in spite of the cheery hellos as soon as they appear on the computer screen..it's just not the same...Often, I feel tears welling at the end of a Google Meet...often...smiling teenage faces— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
and a waving hand hello
too soon
a clicked goodbye
on the Google Meet screen #tanka pic.twitter.com/M6yF2GdjbD
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