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

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a beautifully crafted riddle that leaves the reader guessing until the end. The way you use language to describe the mystery of your identity is clever, and the contrast between the superhero-like qualities and the subtlety of your presence is intriguing. Your use of sensory language to describe the way you're perceived is also effective, and the warning about being careful of what you eat adds an element of danger to the mystery. The way you reveal your identity at the end is satisfying and leaves the reader with a sense of wonder and awe.

[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

[Anita Frader]

I enjoyed the poem and the riddle. A fun approach to poetry :)
Can't save I have a clue though. 🙂

[Davidgeo]

Time is just a slow motion "car" crash with space. Oh wait....do we have that backwards?

[Rachid Amrani]

A beautifully written poem. I like your selection of words and how they rhyme one line to the next. I was captivated by the rigor of your feelings and kept on reading until the last line. Thank you for sharing.

[Stu. T.H.]

Author Aura, if this had been the first work I read from you, I'd be wholly absorbed into the idea that you are a mystery-focused writer by the nature of your fine wits and playful yet mysterious rhyme scheme. It's a fine piece you've written and an even greater riddle you've set up. It will take more time for me to deliver a proper and satisfying answer though, hopefully, I'll get it right.
Thank you for a pleasant read, author Aura.

[Stu. T.H.]

Would an appropriate guess be "Passion"? In specific, young, unrequited passion, could be a romantic pursuit or an eager desire to achieve a certain height in life. Then most eagerly, and concisely, the answer might be "Passion".
But I may return with another answer in due time.

[Arundass TP]

Every quest is like following a snake. Sometimes it's poisonous else non poisonous. The snake crawls and calls you to another world of beauty and knowledge before it put lots of puzzles to be answered

[W. Barrett Munn]

Good morning starshine is a song I remember that for some reason or another comes to mind.
Good monring starshine
the earth says hello
you twinkle above us
you twinkle below.

W.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your play on words is entertaining and your riddle very clever. Your poem reads silky smooth as your hints and sights are proofed in imagination.

[JessyJacob]

This is exactly who you are. you tell stories about to, one who crosses the ocean for you beside you, as you follow her, is the one who remains with you. you can message me what you are trying to tell about. with scary heart and bold back where i can turn when i get anger, is me waiting for it.

[Aura]

Thanks for reviewing, I truly appreciate the thought you put into your comment!

[JessyJacob]

why you just say thanks, and appreciate, and gives so much applauds to every other, is it because you are angry/hates me.

[JessyJacob]

ithna and pura life i spent and spending on you and writing about you, you just say thank you and appreciate that as a formal note i think you are pissed off at me.

[Aura]

No, my apologies that you think that, but I am not mad at you! Don't worry, I just didn't have anything to add to your review. I think your review was beautifully penned that I couldn't see anything else that I could have said! My apologies, for my short reply, but I sincerely do thank you for reading my work!

[JessyJacob]

Dont mention apologies, i do understand for not mentioning in detail, but what is that puzzle you are asking everyone here, and you havent messaged me yet.

[Aura]

Oh that! Yes, I had written this poem about a particular thing. It wasn't so much "who" am I, but more so a "what" am I? I can definitely email you the answer of what the puzzle was.

[JessyJacob]

a great jon, very proud of you,

[Aura]

What do you mean by Jon?

I think it's a compliment?? Thanks

[JessyJacob]

yest it is dear. great job typo, hope you are smart enough to correct it and understand.

[Aura]

Thank you! Much appreciated :)
Have a wonderful day/night!

[JessyJacob]

Well thank you, it is night and late though, as you make me awake..