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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to rooms

  1. Ohhh my gosh! You’ve captured my shadow ! Wonderful Friend ~ Hugs~Deb

  2. nelle says:

    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. 🙂

  3. Rhonda says:

    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.

  4. People live in boxes and they call them houses – just comes to mind

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