my furball seer...

my furball seer
shares pieces of her wisdom
sometimes#haiku #micropoetry pic.twitter.com/ff3kwG68Xz

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 9, 2020

I have never known a little animal to try so intensely to communicate...
Her eyes are wells within wells of thoughts...
Once her eyes lock with mine...I can feel her mind ticking...

She is also developing a range of various sounds
for when I don't get the eye to eye, mind to mind connection...

one...

one bird
one sail and one man
many welcome waves#haiku #micropoetry pic.twitter.com/7kWytlb395

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 9, 2020

Could it only be April 24th this year when I took this photo from the Dromana foreshore...
It seems to be a lifetime away...
Restrictions, weather pranks and too many remote learning demands
keep the option of a long walk
very distant...

a day in the life of procrastination...

It's a brave new morning...
Up early...5am...before the weather spins a predicted catastrophic dance...just for fun...



within an hour or so...
post a coffee or two
how quickly the weather gods tell me ...
'No walking...Do not pass 'go'...There is no Mayfair stop...
You have no choice...
Stay inside...

It's a marking day'...

'But...but...
There's shopping to do...I must do...I must eat...'

'OK then...
But go now...
We're gonna get worse...far worse than mere rain and chilled winds'...

(why is it
I always think of
a great tanka or haiku while driving
and by the time I get out of the car
I forget)



time has passed
it is now 3pm

I have been shopping for groceries
fed the furball
photographed the leftovers from the neighbour's chainsaw party yesterday
eaten lunch (for a change)
posted a few Twittery tweets

indulged in a tiny afternoon nap

changed the title of this post from
'weekend bliss?...wherein I have a chat with the weather gods...'
to 'a day in the life of procrastination'...
what's that?
you ask why?

well
the weather changed

the weather changed
my motivation to do more marking


It's still there
at the back of my mind
maybe... maybe tonight
but early tomorrow morning
is beginning to look like a great idea

I'll be more fresh

less likely to

what's the word I'm looking for?

procrastinate
yes...that's it

procrastinate


Now I'm off to watch 'Hearts and Bones'
well...
I did say I'd definitely watch it sometime or other this weekend...
Now seems like a great time...


P.S. It's now 3:52pm - barely an hour since I posted the sunny report...
And it's raining
raining
raining
raining...

real fairyland...

in real bushland
tucked in a real tree
a real fairyland door#haiku https://t.co/BtKmZOzYTW

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 9, 2020

+ 'Open the door to discover a special climate change message from the Fairies.'
- comment on MT Gravatt Environment Group - July 22 2019


(Still in Queensland), if you can't get to bushland, and you happen to be in Brisbane City, there's another fairy door...a red one, down Burnett Lane in Queen Street Mall...

Source: Visit Brisbane

chainsaw dregs...

o what a party it was
not till today's grainy light
did I see the full scale of
yesterday's chainsaw rampage
the long hangover, the dregs#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/curmgUqoRU

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 9, 2020

Quite frankly, I was horrified to see what had been done...Those plants were doing no harm...They had bonded together forming a natural hedge of privacy round the home...Do the owners realise that now their entertainment areas, indoors and out, are in full view of the street? It's a stage for publicising home life?

But who am I kidding...I know the real reason...Those plants blocked their views of the sea...It was all about a sea view...And plants were the scapegoat...

puzzle of life...

the puzzle of life is
the balance of life
a quest for infinity
is intent on fitting
multiple pieces together#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines https://t.co/EMeyY6mWCk

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 8, 2020

Reflection:  It seems that my current (passing?) procrastination today - marking avoidance - may have a glimmer of an excuse...I need the balance...

in the wee hours...

in the wee hours
of poetic desperation
a blank tweet taunts
dares me to unveil
what I really think#tanka #MayTanka wee hours #NatTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/jLWtHBhn68

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 8, 2020

chainsaw party...

my inventive neighbours
swung a chainsaw party today
and tonight advertised
new views
with make-shift party lights#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/szXtqox1TG

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 8, 2020

Autumn is definitely chainsaw season...And with the advent of covid-19, I am sure that the chainsaw element of the season has never been so popular.  It used to be a weekend hazard for non-chainsaw lovers. But these days, any day can be chainsaw day. And today was definitely one of the best...It was a veritable orchestra round here of low brow to high brow buzzing and grinding and squealing...I am not sure when they actually stopped...because I could swear many chainsaws produce many, long-lasting echos...

wine customs...

some customs
can be comfort zones
we can't really explain
red wine for my winter
white for summer#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/oQ6VF4QHDW

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 8, 2020

The glass pictured above was taken at Portsea Hotel - dating back to 1876. The hotel is probably one of the oldest surviving businesses on my peninsula. The hotel overlooks Port Phillip Bay, so it offers indoor - including upstairs - and outdoor dining.

One day I may return there and enjoy the ambience of the grand old lady again...but not yet...

And yes...I know the image is not depicting a wine glass...I cheated, because I just like the hotel's insignia on the glass - which happens to be white...as is the summer 'liquid' inside...

just before nightfall...

just before nightfall
my trusty old broom and I
enjoyed some sweeping
sweeping the leaves
the colours of the day... away#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/0EJbTrg4gm

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 8, 2020

Achieving a lot in one day can be very satisfying...But not today...

It was plain exhausting keeping pace with commenting on student drafts...last minute panic before an assessment is due...

Watching the old marking pile grow ever higher...

And still running other classes remotely of course...

My computer screen looked like a corroboree of tabs...a corroboree of demands and questions...

Feeling as though I am just not quite the capable teacher I would like to be...

May my broom keep sweeping...until tomorrow...