Celsius 233 – 4th May 2026

We, the living knowledge, remember it
difficult ideas, things of beauty – struggle was
the gift given up voluntarily, like a
candy comforter, where rotten teeth bring pleasure.
We build new campfires with old tales to listen to
and think on the past – it was a pleasure to burn.

Written for dVerse – golden shovel and, once again, utilising Punam’s dVerse prompt, which asked us to use opening lines from books as closing lines to poems. This one is It was a pleasure to burn,” from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Could this then be considered a golden triangle?


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

What’s Truly Impressive

The gossip and notoriety of the rich and famous
Certainly reveals some sort of impression
Perhaps it impresses the ignoramus
Overpowered by their own obsession

Impossible Right Turn – 18th August 2025

Just as I expected, it was I,
overreactions and suspicions drew
up and over all of this,
regarding the realised conclusion,
now, there is nothing new about
energy for it’s own sake, my
young imagination is my own headache.

In the undergrowth, stirring, sometimes
monsters reveal themselves, to be I,
preferring not to bother to think
over the past again, or about you;
somedays I feel better,
somedays I feel the urge to get
it done and dusted, to make it ready
before those I once trusted start to
listen more carefully, finding it to be,
eventually and irrevocably disappointed.

Written for the prompt: write an Acrostic and Golden Shovel combined, found at Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt. The golden shovel lines are taken from the Circus Lupus song ‘Right Turn Clyde’ from the album Solid Brass.