I love to see grass seed heads growing in stray corners or so-called weeds in scrubby land. Beautifully captured here.

Thanks Scott 🙏

Thanks Jan, I just wanted to evoke how the painting made me feel.

Thanks Fidel, I appreciate your kind words 🙏

Thanks Jenvieve! Recently I watched my tulips doing exactly that too, opening in sunlight and closing in the dark.

Cool words and great photos... A kind of sci-fi ecopoetic hybrid 👏👏👏

Yes, I've seen how nature can reclaim and skin over the tarmac or concrete. Nicely penned and very engaging 👏👏👏

Here's a poem I wrote to a painting prompt. Not totally on topic (no change there then), more Nature's defence than weapons.

For the wonderful @dragonslayerma.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #NatureHasWeapons

Back to read everyone's poems soon.

Congratulations Jan 👏👏👏

Thanks Jan 🙏

Thanks John, I don't usually write something so abstract but even a year ago it felt like cosmic / seismic things were underway, and now we hardly recognise the old order

Thanks Gary 🙏

Btw that word starting the last but one line is 'reflect'

There's a beautiful lyrical quality here, especially to that ending thought.

Thanks for the prompt and great comment 🙏 When I think Visions it often heads to 'End Times'

For #poemsabout #Gravity for @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

I've just stumbled on this old one of mine, written about a year ago. All I've changed is the title.

Back to read later on.

Thanks Jude 🙏

I don't suffer from them but this sounds a lot like the migraines my sister has described. Great title to cue it up.

If history has taught us anything it's humanity's ability to ignore any lessons from history 💔

Very uncanny valley at the ending!

In lieu of writing a new piece (I might manage something in the next day or two) here's an Ekphrastic piece to a painting entitled Eschatological.

For #promptcombo #visions @rfsmith.bsky.social

Residual Waste I pull up, a car full of a life well lived, one for which there is no longer space in this ever-moving, changing world. I unload the boot and my vision blurs. Paints: the exact shade of blue, us in every hardware shop until you found it. Bright, ugly, twenty years out of style, now nestling with creosote and battered gloss tins. Large and bulky: recently emptied. Your favourite chair clangs into the container. You, snoozing after dinner, enfolded in its leather arms. Without you, it is just a chair, and yet I cannot look as it is swallowed. Scrap metal: to some, the frames suggest weakness. You were never weak. To me, they ignite images of your strength, your independence. I wonder how many other stories live in that knotted pile of twisted steel. Residual waste: neither one thing nor the other. Even here, among discarded things, I see your life laid out, mixed with the remnants of other people’s stories. The car is empty. My heart is still full.

My offering for #PromptCombo
#Visions

Great prompt. Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social

That really resonates with me. Beautifully written. 💔👏👏👏

Congratulations Jan! You'll have to repost a reminder on the day 👏👏👏🎉

I’m on this weeks #PromptCombo and the theme is #Visions . Mine is short but you can send me anything you feel, at any length. Love to all.

and the sea slowly mesmerised
to the shore through the rays
of the evening sun; pulsing as if
it were the membrane of Solaris.

©️April 2026

As well as being excellent in itself this poem inspires me to help find an ending for something (very different!) that I've been working on 🙌

Thanks John, I've been working on titles, I know they can be tricky 🙏

Yes, a few old thoughts never really go away 🙏 thanks Jan

I'd love to say this was imagined, but as I get older some of these thoughts rise to the surface like slime monsters. Thanks for the great comment Dean 🙏

Love the metaphorical possibilities here, Dean 👏👏👏