1
Yellow strident late afternoon sun
Turns green as it enters the house
Through half-closed slatted blinds
Casting the rooms in gloaming
At once dim and bright
2
I know that in the golden sunlight
the passersby
See only their own reflections
In my picture-glass windows
But I close the blinds all the same
Just to be safe
3
Darkness turns the window
Inside out
The street a darkened theater
My rooms the movie screen
for the dverse Poetics prompt of 7/4/20: windows
Xanku 
I LOVE this. Such a creative and lovely take on the prompt.
Thank you! I think a lot about windows (I should probably ping the other windows takes on here, there are a lot of them)
I agree with Lucy. This is a creative take, and I especially like part 3. Nice comparison.
Thank you! So lovely to hear from several of my favorite dverse poets!
A great take on the prompt for these difficult days. I like how the ‘dim and bright’ in the first stanza, becomes darkness by the the third. This so reminds me of my mother in her later years closing all the blinds in the house each afternoon – against undefined threats – ‘just to be safe’. Thank you.
I never thought about the huge windows of this house when I bought it, nor about how close it is to passersby.
You have a lovely sense of colour, light and perception. The sunlight can be strident, like voices. Keep them out.
And windows work in both directions
Creative and almost out of frame, an original perspective, Xan! I love that ‘Yellow strident late afternoon sun’ that turns green, the progression from half-closed to closed slats, the shifting of light and shadow, and the transformation of the street into ‘a darkened theater’ and the rooms a movie screen.
It’s always wonderful to see what I’ve done from the perspective of the reader. Thank you so much for this.
I like the inside/outside border of the window here. (K)
Wonderful, Xan. Indeed, our view of the world is outward, and the world views us inward. I enjoyed reading this.
You’ve captured the inside-looking-out versus outside-looking-in and your control by slatted blinds. Well done.
Ha, amazing. The way you’ve weaved the words together is outstanding! :>)
Very good poem. Interesting how fear of the unknown makes us close ourselves into our own little world.
Dwight
And how you don’t really think about how you’re doing just that.