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.

[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!

[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 🙂