some morning indulgence...

Some morning indulgence...Nothing like some birthday left-overs to humour the spirit...Nothing like having some extra special good friends who tried to make a remote birthday wonderfully different... pic.twitter.com/YnJMR3yiiS

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 1, 2020

our bay has many moods...

Our bay has many moods behind many colours and faces... Always a wonder... https://t.co/U6MA309dGL

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 1, 2020

road to a far far somewhere...

The road to a far far somewhere, where trees and grasses beneath a big sky are your friendly companions can be/are o so tempting...Sighhhhhhhhhhh.... https://t.co/EvNQ4y7859

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 1, 2020

sleeping flowers...

closed deep purples
on long spikes of greens
sleeping beauty #haiku pic.twitter.com/7orqHuJsq8

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 1, 2020

October spring morning...

spring morning skies
in October
a fluffy fusion of
drifting
options #tanka pic.twitter.com/Q3VJMF5UJQ

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 1, 2020

tank

inner wounded child...

NOTE TO SELF: The inner wounded child is always there...lurking...But beware that you don't allow that child to grow beyond a toddler...It is then you are likely to lose parental control...

Image Source: https://t.co/JZN65j96SZ https://t.co/HzJXRgnjmC pic.twitter.com/OWVCXV6jyV

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 30, 2020

October is the month of rising wings...

October is
the month of rising wings
butterflies of the sky
opals and tourmaline
harmonise #tanka

Image: Butterfly possibly seen in Adelaide's springhttps://t.co/zBemBMkmj7 pic.twitter.com/RKgWVrANPx

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 30, 2020

my birthday poem...

My birthday poem from 'Poem For Every Day of the Year'...
A poem I know so well...but never has it meant so much as seeing it again today... Yes...my life is a little 'off the beaten track'...and yes, I am now proud of 'being different'... pic.twitter.com/k5ZAnVl4kh

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 30, 2020

birthdays are not my thing...

PASSING THOUGHT: Birthdays are not my thing these days...I prefer my 'aging' day to slip by...But this year, my usual 'escape', wandering somewhere new, is not an option in lockdown...So this day has seen me a little stressed...But 2 books of poetry (came early)+cake...Grateful🙏 pic.twitter.com/hfOgYoNeJ1

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 30, 2020

 

dawn is a veil...

dawn is a veil
of limp stratus
mist and grey waves
no telling where
day opens #tanka https://t.co/vwFoWviEoU

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 30, 2020