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

[William Michael Reeves]

My first inclination is you are truth. But as I read it a few times I started leaning towards you are a story. You write across many dimensions in this. Easy to take any verse and go somewhere different. Finding the common thread is tricky. I love interactive poetry! And I must say the flavor of this smells special. Like your poetry has matured and what you have learned is showing. I'm going to stick with you are a 'story'.

What a nice surprise to come and find this. Message me if I'm write or wrong.

[Aura]

A story! The interpretations that I am receiving on this poem fills me with so much of happiness because they are all so unique. I would not have thought about 'story' as being the answer but I can see how you might have come to the conclusion I think. Stories have glowed all throughout history, it was a way to pass down knowledge and information, a form of entertainment. A good story is challenging to sniff out, but once you try it, it is so addicting to read and eventually your thirst for a good plot is satisfied. Stories are also like works of art, arent they? They can paint a picture, letting you visualize what you've read. Although not the answer I had in mind, I'd love to hear what made you think of 'story' and your own interpretation!

Thank you so much for reading, truly appreciate it! I'll say that this poem came to me at 1 am on Monday morning, while I was supposed to be asleep.

[William Michael Reeves]

It's possible that you weren't supposed to be asleep if you were awake. Inspiration has no clock. What you described is exactly why I thought story. I think it was folktale that turned me away from you being truth. If not one of those I'll study some more. What fun!!!

[Aura]

There are a few distinct words in this poem that pretty much gives out the answer, however, I'll leave it up to you to piece together the clues :) Have fun!

[William Michael Reeves]

I feel like those distinct words are glowed through history. So my next guess is honey. Especially because of the tasty treat stuff. Or maybe nature's honey amber. Amber captures history. Tells a tale. But then honey or maybe syrup flows without haste. Syrup? But eventually we would meet. We all would like to meet gold. Gold works in art. Some put gold in food. And gold glows. I feel like I'm getting closer. You're driving me nuts!! I had planned on reading a bunch of people today.

[Aura]

History is one of the distinct words! But not "glowed through" Perhaps my metaphors, personification, and analogies were a little bit much. Honey nor Gold is not the answer, but I definitely enjoy seeing how you, and other's interpret this piece.

[Aura]

Go ahead and review other peoples pieces, I'm sure you'll get new inspiration and ideas as to what this mystery is!

[William Michael Reeves]

If it's not love them I'm going to need a clue. We would all like to meet our love. We put love into the tasty treats we make. Love is universal and has glowed throughout history. If that's not it send me a clue. You're killing me ... with happy death!

[Aura]

Love is not it! Your clue is in what you've said :)

[William Michael Reeves]

Death by chocolate? I'm getting warmer. It'll probably come to me in my dreamdrops tonight.

[Aura]

:) Death by chocolate would be a delicious way to go out of this world. I like where your heads at!!

[William Michael Reeves]

After a few more reads and much thought (you're killing me!) I'm thinking it's death or possibly treasure. Both are buried, treasure can be lost though. Death doesn't delay for anything. Death stinks and there are treats to die for. So is treasure. Art is treasure and a death with dignity is treasured. Death is universal across the cosmos as are the elements that make up treasure. Eventually we'll meet death and then our souls will shine, just like treasure. Am I closer or farther away now?

[Aura]

Interesting thoughts!

[willweb]

I am going to say salt, though I am not sure exactly why but that is the image that came to me as I read this a second time. But now that I have read it more times than I have counted, I am at a total loss. This really has made me think and taken up a bit of time. hoping someday you tell us what it is.

[Aura]

Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time to read, its much appreciated! and salt! That's an interesting guess. Did you think of salt because of the third stanza about hunger? I'd definitely like to know your reasoning! All I can say is that a few chosen words in this poem pretty much gives out the answer to the mystery :) I'm glad this had you thinking a little bit!

[willweb]

Several lines, once I settled on salt, could relate. "A superhero like Batman". To some who enjoy salt on their food, it could be like a superhero. It saves a bland meal by adding that desired flavor. Yes, the hunger line did but so did the treat line. Special treats...even brownies have a certain amount of salt as does candies and popcorn, pretzels, pecan pie. "Eventually we would have met" I don't think anyone could stay away from salt forever. Even trying you will encounter and consume it sometime. "I told you a folktale with taste, revealing myself without haste." If there is salt in something you will know right away. "To sketch or type takes a strong heart. Yet, my work is one of fine art. " Salt is not supposed to be good for your heart, and salt is usually a fine granule, so fine art. "A long awaited tragedy" Salt can kill you. And salt has been around for a very long time. You could say it has glowed all throughout history. There...how's that?

[Aura]

oh...my... gosh! I love this interpretation so much! I never would have thought about salt in a million years. Wow, looking back at this poem I can see how one might perceive the answer to be salt. Although not the answer I had in mind... I think I like your interpretation much more!

[willweb]

Like I said, just while reading it the second time, salt came to mind. Though I cannot wait to find out what you had in mind, I am sure it is fantastic. I had so much fun with this.

[Aura]

I am glad to hear you liked it!

[willweb]

Ok, I just realized something. I have read the poem multiple times but did not include the title with those reading. Buried, not lost. Now I will think about this tonight and see if that gives me any additional thoughts on solving this.

[Aura]

I am excited to see what you come up with :)

[willweb]

Ok, I have racked my brain. What is throwing me off is your question: Who am I? It is the who that I am stumbling on now because Salt or gold would not be a who it would be a what am I? And you say the answer is pretty much in the poem? Wow, I am still at a loss. Are you Michaelangelo?

[Aura]

Yes, the answer is pretty much in my poem through distinct words! And oh gosh, I am so sorry, I suck at revising my work, I should've said "what" not who, that's on me, the question should have been: What am I? So sorry 😞

Nope I am not Michaelangelo , though wouldn't that be interesting If I was?!

[willweb]

Ok, I will make one more guess and say you are poetry. Because simply, I believe poetry can be anything at anytime to anyone.

[Aura]

Poetry is a great prediction as well! I can definitely see poetry as being the answer even though it wasn't what I had in mind! All interpretations to this piece are so intriguing, and thank you for trying to crack this mystery!

[willweb]

Are you Faith?

[Aura]

Perhaps, I am not, another great guess though because I can see how you might've thought the answer to be faith : written in each shining star speaks of destiny and faith, glowing through history it was faith that everything that happened would happen, faith doesn't wait until the dark. Interesting!

[willweb]

Hmmm...I am still lost. Ink?

[Aura]

Not ink... would you like me to send you a private message explaining what the answer is? It seems that you've wracked your brain over this one long enough :)

[willweb]

Yes, I think I would like that.

[Aura]

An email was sent, I'm sure you'd be surprised with the answer!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think an artist, either a painter or a poet. And if we want to personify, a painting or a poem.
nicely done, Aura,
j.

[Aura]

I like how you're thinking! Personally, I can see how you might have thought it was a painting especially in the last stanza. Paintings can depict history, they tell a story through the images portrayed. Though it was not what i had in mind wheb writing this poem, i do like your answers! Thank you for reading!

[Ladysue]

This read effortlessly as well intriguingly. I like this as it is playful yet makes one think. Thought it could be the sun but don’t think that’s it. I will have to sleep on it-though this mystery may keep me up all night. :) A well written interactive write.

[Aura]

A beautiful sun, I would never have thought of the mystery as that! An intriguing thought! Perhaps what made you thought of a sun was the line: covering near and oh ~ so far. If you ponder this overnight and reach another answer please do let me know! Thanks for reading, much appreciated 🙂

[Lorry]

Is my avatar pic a clue too? Is aura your nickname, but your mum calls you aurora, or Ms Boreal is if you've been naughty? 😊
I'll have to sleep on it though, as I'm usually terrible with mysteries.
I'll see it better in the morning with fresher eyes.
Ps... Do you know where to buy fresh eyes? 😊

[Aura]

This has me laughing!
1. Your avatar pic is not a clue, but it is so pretty!
2. Aura is just a pen name
Sleep on it, and hopefully this got you thinking!

[Lorry]

Inside every treat? Well, you must be the soft yummy hazelnut bit in kinder Bueno's!!!
Oh, are you the toy inside a kinder egg? Maybe not if you're American 'cos they're banned there for being a choking hazard, but we don't care enough about our kids!
Are you a sense?
Are you gravity?
Are you dark matter?
Are you light matter?
Do you matter?
Are you creation?
Are you the computer programme that runs the matrix?
Are you a fluffy bunny trapped inside a claw machine?
Are you a power ranger?
Are you a teenage mutant ninja turtle?
Are you the dinosaur that lived, who has evolved their teeny arms enough to write a tell all book about how your end was our beginning, which will be made into a franchise and you'll end up with armache from signing so many autographs?
Are you a big Red dog?
Are you the mountain that buried Pompeii and do you have an alibi for the night in question?
Ooh ooh ooh! Candy treats... Are you the milky way?
Did you know that milky ways are Mars bars here and Mars bars are milky ways?
I give in. I did tell you I'm rubbish at these things...
Are you a something we all use but no one knows the name of, like those troll things at the end of pencils or those boingy things you keep coins in?
Are you really the riddler?
.....

To be continuated!

[Aura]

All great guessed. My, my, my you've thought about this one for a long time! I'd like to say I matter, more so I am a dark matter. But that's much of the hints I can give! The answer to the question is in the poem itself, hidden but its there! Thank you so much for reading, and trying to guess :)

[Aura]

guesses* typo

[Lorry]

Well in that case you must be dust, or Lula Balacque from his dark materials, which I just watched the final part of the trilogy and give it 17/10
If that isn't the answer, I'm taking my ball back and not playing anymore, for making me think on a Thursday and...what do you mean it's only Tuesday? This week is dragging its ease like a shutting dog! And by shutting, I mean...you know!

[Lorry]

Lyla...pyto, I mean typo.

[Aura]

Not dust! Thank you for trying and I'm glad you played along :)

[Lorry]

Well I'm not giving up, so there! 😊
It may take me a while, but I get there in the end, said the tortoise to the hare 😊

[Aura]

Glad to see where this poem takes you next!

[Lorry]

Imagination?
Inspiration?
Hope?. Wishes?
Mint choc chip ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles?
JOAN of ark?
Indians Jones?
Taylor Swift?
My dwindling sanity?
Mango juice?
... To be continuatefied!!! 😊

[Aura]

My dwindling sanity?
Close... but not quite!