Poetry

Decal

On the smooth expanse of a car’s bonnet, a thin film waits—transparent, patient— a decal, a whisper of colour, ready to cling like a secret promise. Peel away the backing with careful

Value

In quiet corners of the heart we find A worth that lingers, soft yet keen, Not measured by the gold we spend Nor by the headlines that ascend. It lives in laughter

Craft

In quiet workshops, where wood and thread entwine, Hands trace the grain, the stitch, the steady line— A shaping thought becomes a tactile song, Each measured cut a patient, quiet throng. From clay that

Gleam

Gleam In the hush of early dawn, a silver thread Slips through the mist‑kissed hedgerow, soft and shy, A quiet promise that the night has shed, Whilst sleepy fields begin to sigh. It dances on

Overt

Overt as the stain upon your shirt, That bloomed at lunch—a puddle of hurt— You dab and dab with fervent prayer, While strangers stare and point right there.

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