my day, a blank page...

PASSING THOUGHT: My day, a blank page, prefaced by the waking, rapidly changing colours of morning...I've noted that some grocery shopping must be done but I am thinking of reading 'The Fig Tree' by Arnold Zable... stories of wanderers...And morning colours are still changing... pic.twitter.com/NtJZerEGBt

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

Strange how, early morning, the possible events of the day stream through the mind...like a fast forward movie...

the night is deepening...

The night is deepening.
It thickens and becomes less talkative.
It compels the street to sleep, like the swinging watch of the hypnotist.
It does this every day.

But in the cold gumtree hills, the animals are awake, quivering with life.

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 26, 2020

Last night....my night deepened quite early...for me, 9:30pm...Sleep insistently beckoned...tired from doing the little things...cleaning window ledges...shaking out the rug...sweeping leaves...Those little things matter to me because they keep my world comfortable and clear, so I can focus on important writing and dreaming...

toilet paper again...

*I cannot believe I am reading this. Deep Space Program, a design and product studio in Las Vegas, created TP Finder, a crowd-sourced platform where shoppers can report where they see toilet paper in stock and where they don’t.
https://t.co/EZyk2uQqWx via @reviewjournal

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

Over the last several days, the panic buying of toilet paper has started again...as fears of a 2nd wave of covid-19 rise in Victoria. But this ne3ws is current in the U.S. They are still embroiled in a rising 1st wave.

up late...

up late
the whispers
of my indoor plants#haiku

— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) June 25, 2020

I too was up late last night...I smiled when I read this...It was like a telecommunication reminding me that my indoor plants are due for watering...

procrastination kinda...

PASSING THOUGHT: School holidays - reading+writing of course- I'm trying to get some 'I don't-wanna-do-it' pieces in my life organised. I thought that if I did a little each day, it would be relatively painless. A notebook list and tick them off I told myself. Next week perhaps. pic.twitter.com/KOa5fcGaaw

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

questions...

rural afternoon
a mob of questions
kangaroos
patiently watch
your answers #tanka https://t.co/Dnq4AHz1oF

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

shark teeth...

shark teeth
is it possible
to create a bracelet
a pebble project
in progress #tanka https://t.co/PfgrDoAXAJ

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

'matchboxes'...

Such a colourful melee of 'matchboxes' and all more than 2 storeys high...The little boxes, from this viewpoint, seem to nestle happily together into the steep, rocky slope...Beautiful... https://t.co/L1saZAwQ23

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

bog turtle...

rare micro turtle
content in
diverse
micro-habitats
a wetland secret #tanka https://t.co/yWYwgDJU8C

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 26, 2020

One Hundred Great Books in Haiku...

One Hundred Great Books in Haiku (2005) - David Bader


*SOME EXCERPTS*

Remembrance of Things Past - Marcel Proust
Tea-soaked madeleine -
a childhood recalled. I had
brownies like that once

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Single white lass seeks
landed gent for marriage, whist.
No parsons, thank you

The Histories - Herodotus
Go tell the Spartans -
the Persian hordes are fierce and
wear funny slippers

Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift
Thus I was first great,
then small, and much vexed to learn
that size does matter

Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Wild. Strange. A bit damp.
Heathcliff waits for Cathy's ghost.
Women. Always late.

The Call of the Wild - Jack London
Alaskan tundra -
a dog finds his inner wolf.
White snows turn yellow.

Middlemarch - George Eliot
Stifling social roles,
small-town gossip - beware the
eyes of Middlemarch


*MY THOUGHTS*

yesterday's landscapes
jostle for identity
in our tomorrows

medieval worlds
a cathedral symbolised
frail hope and despair

Hardy's countryside
where youthful innocence
damned experience

Shakespeare understood
that tomorrow is a dream
grounded in today