lone turret...

lone turret
a repelling
song
flung from
the siren of light #tanka https://t.co/klNKlTLT0g

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

carrier pigeons?...

Whimsy is such a wonderful thing
This image puts a whole new spin
on the concept of 'carrier pigeons'...
Heavy duty carrier pigeons??? https://t.co/QbCt9I03YA

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

feathery wisps...

Love the feathery wisps of tree growth and the dusky colours, with patches of blue, are enchanting... Then in between are a few people creating their mini stories... https://t.co/bkHXg5Tdt6

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

boatshed shadow...

Shadows...their arty shapes - have always fascinated me...But beach shadows, for me, have a special appeal... This one is of a tree's shadow cast on a boatshed at Blairgowrie on the Mornington Peninsula (2011) ... pic.twitter.com/q4Xr7PFazP

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

if we winter this one out...

A nod to Australians braving the winter of the covid... Just not sure about the 'anywhere' element as yet - esp in Victoria ... Maybe summer 'outdoors' may be a better word choice...porch, verandah, balcony, a park/beach early morning... We have some choices to keep in mind... https://t.co/erP9XkSLEH

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

belonging...

Belonging can be such a gut-wrenching hollow in the psyche if you don't feel you meet the apparent criteria to belong where you think you should belong. But literature, the characters and the scenes, can awaken a very different kind of belonging. Always worth a second thought... https://t.co/SvUbhsfRP7

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

in praise of books...

books may be shelved
but they are always
open to a visit... https://t.co/vaAgDAlI3I pic.twitter.com/kwwipZdmw0

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

colonial painting in Tasmania...

John Glover - colonial artist - his Patterdale farm on Mills Plain in northern Tasmania c.1840. This is part of the Ben Lomond region, on the Nile River. His farm is named after a Westmorland village where Glover once lived. https://t.co/ylFtrOIU6R

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

pixie and a pebble...

one day
a pixie found me
plain pebble by the sea
he clutched me for awhile
then left his mark on me#micropoetry https://t.co/PobQU76eEf

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

inside out...

inside out
a window
mirrors
wistful
realities #tanka https://t.co/3DypwDTVAr

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

all the world's great work...

All the world's great work
is done
Without an ego trip
By people who
get on with life
And give some ways a flip https://t.co/WqZddpxLDe

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

the burugun...

the burugun
the happiness
of taking life
and dreams
slowly #tanka https://t.co/so26npAsAy

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

in the neophyte hours...

Today, in the neophyte hours of the morning, fog encased the street.
It was a good fog.

Some fogs make things difficult.
Other fogs we call good.
They change things for the better.

In a good fog, familiar and unremarkable things can
become remarkable and

beautiful.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 20, 2020

'A Blade of Grass' ...

Reading 'A Blade of Grass' by Lewis deSoto - set on the South African border in the 1970's when it was fraught with racial tensions. I have seen mixed reviews of the novel, but I still want to read it. pic.twitter.com/PLDMb77seu

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020

how old...

cold winter winds
I remember
how old I am #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 19, 2020