An Accounting

Assets: risible and soft

Adding Up, by Doodleslice 2025

Of all the things I love 
There is you and the stars

The innumerable stars
My companions in common cause 

Burning in perception 
I pin the sea in canopy

Smothering gossiping eyes
Twinkling children 

In the day

Of all the dreams 
I trace the scripts

Lines unspoken a thousand nights
Laughter 

Falling in 
Behind a line of ants

And foolish decrees

In my ledger
There is one

A column
Yellow-green 

There is one

A column
A sum

Of all the things I love 


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By Doodleslice 2025-02-22

A day ago it wasn't so. But here we are, and there you are, and that is so very good of you - and welcome! This (imagine gloved hands elegantly gesturing to the block of text herewith and before you) is my junk drawer - my little catch-all space beneath poems to share a thought or two and welcome you, you few you brave, you steadfast friends.

You are welcome my dear dears. And some returning, and that is a lovely thing.

Do sit down - make yourself at home. I know it can be a bit cluttered, but rearrange things to your comfort. Relax, put your feet on the furniture - it's all imaginary anyway (which makes it much easier to clean).

So I write these things to talk a bit more directly to you. But I also write these things to add a little something to the poem - sometimes it's like icing, sometimes it's like a wine pairing or a haibun, today it's just saying hey and letting those of you who are new here - well not here, not in the knew, but new to the junk drawer, this movable beast - with pliers in its maw, and thumbtacks and pencils, and door hangers from takeout restaurants, and words. Stuffed with words until it is hard to close. And yet room enough for love.

With deepest affection, this is my junk drawer, and by 'my', I mean ours. And welcome - did I say that yet? It will be different next time, but much the same.

And love.