Sturt's Desert Pea...

Sturt's Desert Pea, floral emblem of South Australia, grows in arid central and Western Australia, often as an ephemeral after heavy rain. Some Koori groups call it the 'Flower of Blood'.

Jacob Vlatko’s Photography in Broken Hill via Gardening Australiahttps://t.co/D9QmWR0hsQ pic.twitter.com/smJsGzr5Kn

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

in the far mists...

in the far mists
some trees
softly crimp
rolling slopes but
autumn reds are near
#tanka

Woodblock print by Shufu Miyamoto 宮本秋風 (Japan, b. 1950) 'Autumn Leaves'. He specialises in romantic, dreamlike views of water, mist and hazy atmospheres. https://t.co/2mscFLztPD

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

hive of entrenched clowns...

hive of entrenched clowns in
some political sideshows
twin heads with
mouths fixed open
stinging in unison #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

tiny broken eggshell...

tiny broken eggshell
of palest blue
in a bed of old leaves
a sign of past life
or new #tanka pic.twitter.com/KfkK3Ago6S

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

some are opening...

spring blossoms
some are opening
some wait
patiently
for the right moment #tanka pic.twitter.com/x5kPdttWCr

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

unmown grass...

little blackbird
unmown grass can offer
a grand adventure #haiku pic.twitter.com/cgz4Rt6hBJ

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

when humanity panics...

PASSING THOUGHT: So sad that when humanity panics, reason and any sense of morality dies. It is then a vicious lynch mob mentality kicks in.

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 28, 2020

enforced interlude...

This is so very lovely... (Meant to comment yesterday and only just realised now I hadn't)... I too have had similar thoughts about our access to nature and nature's interlude from our ways... Also, have barely written till the last few days or so...Creativity seemed choked...

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

puppets... a macabre narrative...

Sometimes the extreme macabre in unexpected places can be a healthy distraction from unsavoury realities...A kind of virtual shock treatment, that at least gives pause to other dark pressures... https://t.co/cjSpFeze3x

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

mourning a dead tree...

A witch mourning a dead tree from behind a wire... In these times, so much seems so appropriate and so symbolic and, do I dare say, so normal... https://t.co/B8wByKwLmc

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

new music...

stripped back
and broken
an instrument
begs for
new music #tanka https://t.co/nryDyNHK7W

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

even when life hurls a lemon...

Even when life hurls a lemon, there's always the opportunity to plant the seed and grow another tree... https://t.co/t1u4T7PT7f

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

solitary places...

solitary places
wonders of the spirit
shine #haiku https://t.co/cLaPmVu86i

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020

my health...

As I have grown older (and older...somewhat unwillingly), I have learnt something about my health...Lower high impact physical activity... and keep it focused to the morning hours...Increase regular visits to the mental gym any time... and ensure I try all equipment available...

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020