Buried, not Lost

I'm known to be a mystery, 

a long-awaited tragedy.

Piece together every slight clue,

my story is long-overdue.

A superhero like Batman …

without any outspoken fans.

Never leaving a well known mark,

my actions didn't delay till dark.

Hunger suppressed by sense of smell.

try me … you'd remember me well.

I can be inside special treats, 

so be careful of what you eat.

I can choose to joyfully write

or, paint a remarkable sight.

To sketch or type takes a strong heart. 

Yet, my work is one of fine art.

I’m inscribed in each shining star,

covering near and oh ~ so far.

Eventually we would have met …

though, this is not a jarring threat. 

I told you a folktale with taste, 

revealing myself without haste.

Have you not solved this mystery?

I've glowed all throughout history.

Author's Note

Can you solve the mystery? Who am I?

I'd love to know what you think this poem is alluding to :) If you want to know the answer, please send me a message. And of course, feedback is much appreciated!

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

Normally, I would break this down piece by piece. But in fear of giving anything away, I'm going to go at this "raw" and see if I can take a crack at it.

My guess is Inspiration. I would have guessed Light or Energy, but I'm not sure how smelling that would go. Not to say someone wouldn't find a way. I wouldn't put it past human nature to.

But I go with inspiration because of the aspect of smell. The inscriptions in each shining star.
Batman as an idea inspires many. Smell links back to memory, but can also take us places. Inspiration, although induced in an awful manner without consent, could be in candy, I suppose.

I'm sure I'm way off the mark on this one. A part of me has to wonder if there is an actual answer, being left up to the reader. Either way, this made me scratch my head a bit and think. Seems to be a common theme as of late.

Whatever the answer, this was a fun question to entertain

[Wondering Mind]

Life?

Or email me the answer... I can't sleep at night.

[Aura]

Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to review! Before I send you an email, I would like to understand how you arrived at your answer "life" 🙂

[Wondering Mind]

the first line of each stanza sang life to me

[Aura]

That is interesting well I will email you the answer!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Aura, I have come back several times over the last few days to reread and I guess to cheat by looking at all the reviews your other readers have left for further clues. I have never been good at puzzles, particularly cryptic ones. Your fine words in your six stanzas have me stumped. The closest I got was thinking this was about the Grim Reaper and Death, but then not all the clues pointed in that direction. I reckon I am going to be one of your readers who send you a pm to solve the mystery:)

Chris

[Aura]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave behind this delightful review! I definitely like where your head's at, the Grim Reaper is definitely a scary figure, and a popular symbol of death, come knocking at one's door. Would you like a pm to know the answer to the mystery?

[Chris Shaw]

Oh yes please Aura. Would love the mystery to be solved :))

[Aura]

It is sent! I'm sure you'd be surprised to know what the answer is :)

[William Michael Reeves]

Digging robbers find you.
the dark knight deals you.
Decadent chocolate eats you.
Stars fall in you,
creating life
which eventually meets you.
The starving artist paints you
while poets write you ~
promised, is not a threat.
You live in stories
told 'round glowing fires.
We will meet inevitably,
yet, will never know you.

Knowing you are coming for me,
billigami

[Aura]

Ah Billigami, William was here just a few days ago, trying to solve this "mystery". I love your poem response to this piece, a nice clue I'd like to think! Thank you so much for reading this, perhaps a second time!

[William Michael Reeves]

That William guy is just the front man. We use his name 'cause it sounds nice. Bill read your poem at least 50 times. I think I heatd him reciting it over and over, here deep in his mind. I finally got some thought space to write this. It was a pleasure to see him suffer and share this clue with you.

billigami

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Perhaps it is death...a long awaited tragedy whose smell suppresses appetite, stars die, death doesn't always leave outward signs, heroes become heroes after their brave and noble deaths, everyone has met with death is some form or another, a pet, a friend, a relative, the evening news. People can die from too much sugar via diabetes or other health related issues, fat etc. Death has inspired more poetry and art than even love. Poe, Lord Byron and Shelley come to mind or The Last Judgement painted by Michelangelo. Death is often the subject of folktales and ghost stories and it's a sweet release to those suffering. Also people are "buried" after they die. The "glowing" part I'm unsure of but my guess is death.

[Aura]

What a wonderful guess! Yes, I can definitely see how death can be interpreted for this poetry and I like your idea that death has inspired more poetry than love, I always thought it was the other way around! Thank you so much for reading, I truly appreciate it :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's just a guess. The Taj Mahal is actually a tomb or mausoleum built in memorial to Mumtaz Mahal, wife of the Shah Jahan. The Shah is buried there too. The Lincoln memorial, a tribute to Lincoln after his death. Sonnets, poems and books have been written as tributes as well. The English poet John Donne wrote, Death, Be Not Proud. Love is a very popular theme in the arts but I believe death is even more so.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Aura,

A mystery no longer remains a mystery once that mysterious element that emanates such mystery is revealed, spoken, shared, or told ...

If I were to venture a guess, I would begin with that of our inner selves, proceed to appreciation of Nature, The Cosmos, & all Creation, and wind up all of this with wonderment of some possible Creative Source of all that we see and do ponder as that which I term as an Ultimate It, A Creator of all that is and will ever be, totally beyond and outside the teachings of Organized Religion, that does operate and serve as An Extant Catalyst Reactant Ultimate Source Point Origin Of All Existence ... But, of course as such is but a wild guess and shot in the dark of attempting to read and guess your personal muse's inspiration of heart and mind ...

By the way ... I loved this beautifully written poem of yours ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Aura]

Thank you so much for choosing to read this poem, I truly appreciate it! I think a mystery can still remain a mystery even if its spoken, like in this poem although I give clues, its still a mystery if you haven't gotten the correct answer! Though I understand, that a mystery is no longer a mystery when its revealed or when someone cracks the puzzle. The Cosmos is a unique guess! it does cover near and far, the galaxy is one of fine art, its such a beautiful sight! Although, not the answer I was aiming for, I definitely love your interpretation and guess, so unique!

[Lisasview]

Oh my goodness Aura a challenge within a poem... How very interesting!!
Let's see... what could it be????
A superhero like Batman …
without any outspoken fans.
I think this line tells us a lot...
So someone special but with not many fans...
can be inside special treats,
so be careful of what you eat.
oh gosh, inside special treats... reminds me of Halloween....
and then you write
Eventually we would have met …
though, this is not a jarring threat.
Makes me think of God, but I do not think this is what you meant...
Perhaps it isn't a person... perhaps it is HOPE...ah well, or WISH...
oh well, I do not know...but this is so clever!!
Let me know, okay...
Lisa

[Aura]

Ah Lisa, I love your interpretations of the lines of this poem! You have so much of interesting ideas of what the mystery concept is! I can safely say that it is not a person but a concept. You are so close with your interpretation of the line : Eventually we would have met …
though, this is not a jarring threat" Although it is not God, it's certainly close! Hope or Wish, lovely guesses. Hope covers near and far, hope has glowed throughout history! Although those were not the right guesses, I certainly loved how you took apart this piece and tried to Crack this puzzle! Thanks so much for reading, I truly appreciate it

On a side note: Would you like me to send you a email of what the answer is as you told me to let you know?

[Lisasview]

Yes, that would be great.
I felt it was a concept...

[Lisasview]

Is it life after death?

[Aura]

It is a concept, and you were close!

[carl]

I think your piece is very interesting for the fact that a writer and a reader are often at odds over what is meant by what is written. In a very real sense every poem is a puzzle. I do narrative ( at least to me) works in clay and am often amused and confused by what others see or fail to see. A variety of things come to mind as the answer yet I can't fit one of them into all the clues, so I will guess something abstract ( chance )

[Aura]

Thank you Carl for reading and taking the time to leave a delightful review! I totally agree with you as poetry can mean different things to different people. What I interpret a piece of writing to be, will definitely be different from someone else's interpretation. I like your guess, chance... something so abstract, what made you think of it? I'd love to hear your interpretation :)

[Betty Hermelee]

I love the story, truly amazing, yet I've wracked my brain to figure out the mystery...nevertheless, this is a well written piece constructed so brilliantly as to mesmerize the reader...and I read it at least 5 times...could it be Van Gough? only thing is the tasting part, but maybe the flowers????
Best, B

[Aura]

Hi! Thank you so much for reading this poem, I truly appreciate it! I'd love to hear what made you think of Van Gough!

[Betty Hermelee]

perhaps the fine art, and he did paint flowers...that's it!
you're very welcome!
Best, B

[Aura]

Ah, that makes sense!

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm always drawn to art!

[Coyote Poetry]

We do try. Dear Aura.
"I can choose to joyfully write
or, paint a remarkable sight.
To sketch or type takes a strong heart.
Yet, my work is one of fine art."
I loved the above lines and our writing. We hope someone will enjoy. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Aura]

Thank you so much for reading, I am glad you liked it!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear friend. I did like.

[Wondering Mind]

A brain teaser of a write
Cleverly and beautifully executed in the aa bb form. Like a lullaby
Each stanza gives a piece of the puzzle, but totally changes the direction .
So I guess I'll say time is what you allude to, or a memory?

[Aura]

Thank you so much for reading! Time is such a interesting guess, time does cover far and wide, time has been prominent all throughout history and time doesn't wait until a certain time like Batman! Although time was not the answer I had in mind, I definitely like your guess!