so much we don’t know
squared inside rooms
we almost live in
bland walls comforting with sameness
the eye has memorized
only daylight changes
shifts to fluorescent bulbs
driving shadows to corners
where they hide like dust
swept into cracks
ghosts waiting for the chance to stretch
one of these walls
should have a window
or a door
open it
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Ohhh my gosh! You’ve captured my shadow ! Wonderful Friend ~ Hugs~Deb
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I love it… playing with the interchange of day and night is one of my favourite things to write, and in fact, I’m editing a part of story dealing with it right now.
One of my favourite quotes is something written by Graeme Edge. I never tire of it:
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes colour from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is illusion.
Hope I quoted that accurately. 🙂
Thanks, Nelle… Looks about right, that quote–and its a nice one!
Personally, the rooms in my mind hold the shadows of my heart. Every so often I must open the door to make room for these shadows to stretch or leave. Otherwise they get all cranky and try to invade my happy spaces. That must not happen.
Yes, we have to make room for those shadows or let them out to run. Sis–don’t you DARE nudge this muse again today!
zippppped
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People live in boxes and they call them houses – just comes to mind
Yes! Exactly.