writing in the dark...

'Writing in the dark again. It makes me feel free, not being able to see what I'm writing. And, as usual, I am invisible in this tree. My magic cloak.'
- 'Secret Scribbled Notebooks', Joanne Horniman

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

kissing a book...

'I found that kissing a book was like hugging a tree. It made me feel better.'
-'Secret Scribbled Notebooks', Joanne Horniman

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

houses without people...

'Houses without people in them have a particular feel. It is as though you have caught them in the act of being entirely themselves...
Only gradually will they begin to warm to you again.'
'Secret Scribbled Notebooks', Joanne Horniman#quote

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

downturn...

downturn
a promising
young singer and
writer of songs
convicted by drugs#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

freshly-mown grass...

freshly-mown grass
blackbird
and doves
vigorously harvest
our invisible#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

wind-tossled trees...

exhilaration
breathing deep with
wind-tossled trees#haiku

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

soul mate thoughts...

PASSING THOUGHT: Be aware that a newly-found soul mate may only be offering a soul fragment, just a note or two. Other pieces may not be quite singing your song.

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

blank page and trees...

'Pages are such daunting things. Unwritten on, they are so pure, so white, so unsullied, like freshly fallen snow.
So silent.
Who would dare to put footprints there?'
- Secret Scribbled Notebooks, Joanne Horniman#quote

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

'This tree is vast, like a cathedral or an ocean liner. When I was little I had parts of it all mapped out into kitchen and bedrooms and living room, all connected by the passageways of broad branches.'
- 'Secret Scribbled Notebooks', Joanne Horniman #quote

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

living and partly living...

living and
partly living
2021 and 2022
struggle to
co-ordinate #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

a 2022 wish
take the chains
from my soul
shake them loose
let them fall#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

daytime lullaby...

daytime lullaby
reading
bathed in
flickering
breezy sunlight#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 11, 2021

Oscar Wilde and a flower...

'I wonder what kind of flower Oscar Wilde would have been? A lily, probably, one of those large, white funereal lilies with an odour of damp melancholy about it.'
- 'Secret Scribbled Notebooks', Joanne Horniman#quote #oscarwilde #flower

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 10, 2021

admiring fruits...

on the verandah
in clouded breezes
admiring
fruits
slowly ripening#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) December 10, 2021