Indigo

Yes maam...panther aka the black leopard has spots but not easily seen in normal light...so in the dark :devil:

:)

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I sought you with awakened patience
unwittingly enthralled by night
eyes rimmed with burnt exhaustion
lids wavering on closed
tossing, turning,twisting,
thoroughly restless..............

A frenzied mind
that without you
tirelessly keeps a-spinning..........
stewing in its own
endless maze...........

And what simulated slumber
have I chanced upon now?

my limbs, they lay busily abuzz
under the leaden burden of daze
my tranquilized mind, not my own
held prisoner upon the threshold
of dreams
sluggishly struggling past the nitty-gritties
of waking life
the granules of worry
burrow themselves only deeper


still I know without a second thought
that one grain is not enough

trying in vain
to make a polygon
out of plasticine...

i try to make a
head out of a tail
yet all i see is a circle

i float up steps
that lead to
no nearer
to the edge
yet no further
from falling

i follow a line
disguised as a
dot and for some
reason i know
i've come to the
end of a beginning

Simple words; deep truths! :D

"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass

Unaccounted for
Unidentifiable
Undeniably...

Nonverbal
Nonobservant
Nonharmonic
Nonracial
Nongender
Nonexistent?
Nonsense!
Nonfiction.

Undeniably
Unidentifiable
Unaccounted For...

Understandably
Unacceptable?

Alliteration game!:-D

"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass

Or so we said until we forgot
what it was that we lost
its name a smallish
collection of strung script
left to be deciphered
in a queasily teetering pile
of the long agos.

Whatever
its qualities
its praises
exists no more.

Whatever survives
cannot entertain the merit
it once proudly attained
faded into the ravages of time.

All that is left is dust
once written on
once peered into
once pored over
once held safe
once traced over
with fingers
that cannot fathom
what is there for tomorrow...?

Sad but profound truth!

The weight of the Words
weigh heavily upon me:
is that what we mean?
for you? for him? for her?
will we be immediately understood?
or searchingly asked?
will we create the meanings
that our little printed
hearts desire?
Or will we be read
only one way
each and every day?

they ask to be
seen in all their hues
deepened and lightened
by the reader's musings
reach heights of emotion
be lit alive by imagination
whether carefully
mouthed
or mutteringly
mumbled
they yearn to hear
themselves heard
their meanings
yearn to paint
your visions
your dreams
your mind
your world.