— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) November 3, 2018
Sunday, 4 November 2018
Monday, 29 October 2018
Sunday, 28 October 2018
Saturday, 27 October 2018
Monday, 15 October 2018
strange...
Strange ... A vagrant whirr of wind rattled the upper leaves of a eucalyptus ... yet the lower leaves remained solemnly, silently still ... A higher calling? ... #microfiction— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 7, 2018
Sunday, 14 October 2018
Saturday, 13 October 2018
usually, 2 cars park...
Usually 2 cars park in my neighbour's driveway. The big SUV rarely moves from the carport. The smaller Mazda runs as shopping trolley, the vet visit and the gym workout. For some weeks now, there's only one car - the big gold one - parked in the white one's space. #microfiction— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 7, 2018
Friday, 12 October 2018
Thursday, 11 October 2018
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
I am one of many...
I am one of many, living in the light of spring. We are brothers and sisters, being beautiful while we can. They can never annihilate what we are. We may seem to disappear, fail, disintegrate. But we disperse our seeds, our identity ... and we return ... somewhere #microfiction pic.twitter.com/QdaNJ2lbQY— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 6, 2018
Tuesday, 9 October 2018
it was the last oak...
It was the last oak on a desolate, forgotten island. Only the crows gathered there now to thread yesterday's memories into a rosy evening. Only the crows took the time to weave the fabric of night into new sunrises and fresh wisdom. #microfiction
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Monday, 8 October 2018
an archaeologist felt faint...
An archaeologist felt faint in the desert's summer heat. A nearby cave seemed tempting. Inside, the darkness soothed his burning body, but his spirit felt wary. In the cave's womb, a light - a winking, mischievous light. He hedged forward ... and so did the light. #smolfic— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Sunday, 7 October 2018
though I may be parched...
Though I may be parched, brittle and almost lifeless ... Will you still love me? Will you honour and obey? Will you be there for all seasons? Will you be the child of my universe? .... Will you let me be ... the real ... ME? #microfiction
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 5, 2018
Saturday, 6 October 2018
your spring winds...
Your spring winds may be friendly, welcoming the blossoms of someone's new life... But what if my winters of discontent refuse to pass on ... as usual ... It's been many a long year since my land was invaded, ravaged ... burnt... #microfiction pic.twitter.com/NYfIOkC7YI— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 4, 2018
Friday, 5 October 2018
always thought my sister looked different...
Always thought my sister looked different... not of this world somehow ... So it was no real surprise when she told me that she had auditioned for the main role in a new movie 'The Girl Who Drank the Moon'... It was about witches... #microfiction pic.twitter.com/K4aN72wKR3— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) October 4, 2018
Thursday, 4 October 2018
Sunday, 30 September 2018
peace beyond borders...
peace beyond borders— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 29, 2018
one humble man flies the flag
for everyone
Saturday, 8 September 2018
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Saturday, 11 August 2018
Sunday, 29 July 2018
Saturday, 23 June 2018
fragile winter rose...
fragile winter rose
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 23, 2018
lonely small soul in the rain
reaching for a friend#haiku #micropoetry pic.twitter.com/KOAVOtaJdR
Sunday, 17 June 2018
Sunday, 6 May 2018
blockchain of thrones...
blockchain of thrones— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 5, 2018
virtual royalty spawns
domino effects
Sunday, 29 April 2018
Friday, 27 April 2018
roll back the stone...
roll back the stone
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 27, 2018
let the sun break your shadows
again#senryu #micropoetry
Monday, 23 April 2018
Sunday, 22 April 2018
I've one wish today...
I've one wish today— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 22, 2018
let earth sing her song
as she knows best#haiku #micropoetry
HAPPY EARTH DAY pic.twitter.com/PX8aqT8YB4
Friday, 20 April 2018
Monday, 16 April 2018
Sunday, 15 April 2018
beyond my window...
Beyond my window... rain-laden mist transforms the curve of the bay into a pale pencil sketch...verandah woods shine with busy pointillisme spatters...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 14, 2018
Near my window...inside... a lone plant welcomes a thin panel of light... pic.twitter.com/BSdua7C1ll
Saturday, 14 April 2018
Friday, 13 April 2018
Thursday, 12 April 2018
Thursday, 5 April 2018
a plague of locusts...
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 5, 2018
or this could read...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 5, 2018
a parliament of owls
a murder of crows stalks
a plague of locusts#haiku #micropoetry
Tuesday, 3 April 2018
Monday, 2 April 2018
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
Thursday, 11 January 2018
young children hug close...
young children hug close— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) January 10, 2018
wide eyes seize relentless dreams
hunger in South Sudan#haiku #micropoetry #poetry
Monday, 8 January 2018
The Ghan...
through dusky green plains— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) January 7, 2018
melting in dusky red earths
the Ghan songline runs#TheGhan #haiku #micropoetry #poetry pic.twitter.com/G3r5stUhKD
Saturday, 6 January 2018
perfect summer blues...
perfect summer blues— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) January 6, 2018
but I love the lone old tree
twisted#haiku #micropoetry #poetry pic.twitter.com/ZoAUkqC2cc
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
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