Not My Beach – 29th January 2026

Pixels, faith, dust

Beaches I will never swim,
blue and bright;
Mock me with your gourmet food
under the moonlight.

You thrust a quiet knife in
with each sunset post;
As I eat my thinning stew
with old dry toast.

Share if you must

Shared with dVerse Quadrille #240 – trip. I didn’t use the word ‘trip’ in this, but ‘sunset’ could be easily replaced with ‘trip’s’. I prefer it this way, though. This poem is a reference to complaints about people posting their holiday photos online without regard for how that might affect others. I personally don’t know how I feel about this either way but that could be because I have been in a position to be able to experience beautiful beaches and gourmet food.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Keep It Simple

Everything can be as simple as said
This problem may be your last
The complexities are all in your head
How soon it has all passed

“I Don’t Know” – 28th January 2026

The poet does not look at the moon
but at its reflection upon the water.
The poet will borrow your eyes,

and you will borrow their words
and, as they move from understanding
into knowledge,
they become a lie

Reading of all the poets’ love
that you have never known;
a reflection upon reflection.

Do not be afraid to say,
‘I don’t know.’

Everyone has a place they need to go,
revealed without words.

More Osho-inspired writing.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Watching The Wise

Are we models of inspiration?
Are others asking you to advise?
So when dealing with frustration,
Will anyone call us wise?

The Kindling – 27th January 2026

The conversation you didn’t have
inconsequential in isolation.

Just another one for the road
or as a quiet consolation.

The small resentments came
after contributions, half-hearted.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”
was the kindling where it started.

Inspired by another David Elikwu article from The Knowledge newsletter.


The Daily Stoic poem:

The Three Areas Of Training

Our judgment affects our desires
Desires affect our deeds
And a clear composure inspires
The energy to meet our needs

Prevailing Mood – 26th January 2026

glue clings to my hands
won’t let go of fingers, still—
two drops more—borax


a salty scrubber
cleaning my creation

her eyes sparkle bright
tugging the shining ribbon—
we share in triumph


more gift than birthdays
a quiet celebration
piggyback riding

a sudden shriek—tight arms clutch
my glasses hit tiles below


oh no! what to do
now that we’ve run out glue?
blurred vision—laughing

A two-person rengay, written with David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. David’s lines are italicised.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Power Of A Mantra

Seeing the nature of things
Only these I’ll give my due
A daily mantra that truly sings
The sacred words uttered true

Born Into It – 25th January 2026

Nothing could be plainer than the things that have been done
And there can be no mystery in what is yet to come
It’s now that howls at nothing; It’s now that runs and hides
It’s now that winds its spineless coils and slithers out of sight

On my arrival, all I learned was from those gathered round
I had no memory of my past, no future to be found
Books that were given to me only spoke of victory
To be treated as our truth and proof of our history
When I began to question things, the lies soon followed on
All the wars, what were they for, and did they help anyone?
It seemed that all this time had been wasted to the extreme
One step forward and two steps back, I realised I had been
Born into a damage that’s real and worn by everyone
Nothing could be plainer than the things that have been done

The cause and effect are forever flowing through our lives
We all know how it will end and how no one will survive
Shocked by our own ignorance, we clutch at the old pretence
Trapped within the falsehood of our manufactured suspense
The echo arrives before the shout has even begun
With the dreams of our past, we believe we’ve already won
Storm warnings were ignored because the sky was always blue

This wasn’t the future but the past that was coming true
Here we go again and again, it’s all been said and done
And there can be no mystery in what is yet to come

We no longer finish thoughts before we get distracted
We’re just a character in our own game to be acted
If we shout a little louder, the truth will be drowned out
No longer noble, it’s the animals that know more about
Survival means we must forget about turning the tides
We’re speeding towards the canyon in our dopamined rides
Now, we’ve made your bucket list, are we ready to defend
Our right to make sense of it all, and so not to pretend
When it all catches up, there will be less ladders than slides
It’s now that howls at nothing; It’s now that runs and hides

We’re sold maps as mazes, that’s why we can never be found
Always searching the skies for treasures buried underground
Blame is passed hand to hand, decisions forever deferred
Flexibility only bends its way to the absurd
Moral neutrality used as camouflage every night
Wraps us in complexities that took away all our fight
Rooms arranged to forget there was anything ever here
A never-ending spiral stairs watches us disappear
With a perfect avoidance, it can quietly dim the light
It’s now that winds its spineless coils and slithers out of sight

Shared with dVerse MTB prompt to write a glosa. My quoted lines (italicised) are taken from the song ‘Now’ by Nomeansno. Finding lines to work with was a challenge and the whole write took a fair few hours. I’ll struggle to get the song out of my head tonight as I go to sleep.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Only Prize

The more things we desire
The more we have to earn
Freedom no longer stokes the fire
If more prizes are your concern

Quiet Joys – 24th January 2026

An ambulance was called to the library
and the children all ushered out
After Ms Lee collapsed while reading
The incident, recalled without doubt

“Did the monster get the lady, mum?”
questioned Eli, who had covered his eyes
Ms Lee’s voice was nice but even at age 4
Eli knew that there would be a surprise

Marie was the new library volunteer
And just passed her course on CPR
Jumping up and checking for a pulse
In her story, she became the star

Bobby, Ms Lee’s son, was called
And he felt guilty at his selfish thoughts
He struggled to drive to the hospital
Obviously feeling out of sorts

Old Mrs Gupta had been in the M to N’s
when she emerged to all the commotion
She saw the event as a rehearsal
as it unfolded in slow motion

Ms Lee herself looked to the frightened faces
the sounds and light began to fade
As everything softened and became pale
She recalled all the quiet joys she had made

Written for Reena’s Xploration prompt #414, expanding on this prompt idea:
 A novelist creates a story told by five narrators, each contradicting the others.


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Push For Deep Understanding

The first page is not enough,
leaving understanding rough;
For the lesson to remain a keeper,
You gotta go deeper and deeper

Small Trinkets – 23rd January 2026

I held onto them for a while
reminding me of why
you left
I kept those small trinkets on file,
lost in a constant sigh,
bereft

Left with all that belongs to me,
to focus on caring,
and how
nothing compares to memories
of what we were sharing
’til now

Shared with W3 #195 – memento poem


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Truth About Money

Confusion reigns in search of possession
Herein lies an important lesson
The external doesn’t fix what’s inside
Let good judgment be your guide

It Won’t Be Long – 22nd January 2026

Shared with Tanka Tuesday following the poem “Appellate Jurisdiction,” where Marianne Moore uses a pattern of 9-syllable lines and a 4-syllable refrain.

Stories did their work for the future
The world, still deciding what to keep

Before was long


Lounging, ankles crossed, watching the clouds
Translating sunlight into stillness

The days are long


Adrenaline of whiskey shortcuts
Dawn is held off by sheer momentum

The nights are long


The future shrinks, the past multiplies
The scenes replayed all out of order

Life is so long


Whether it is silence or in song
Meaning will redistribute itself

After is long


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Day In Review

What did you think and what did you do
Each day, put it all up for review
Things that were good, things that were bad
All that made you happy, all that made you sad