Essence of Clarity

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Featured Review on this writing by Writing_wall44

Something lovely...

Essence of Clarity

 

Here come the 
maggots, pale and foreboding 
quiet missionaries
blind to the sun, deaf to
the pounding rain.  Nerveless, senseless,
emotionless brutes, boring their
way
 
until, without benefit 
of cocoon, without storied glorious
ascension of beauty, without
celebrity of portrait or analogy
to transformation,
 
they burst into brightness, eyes
like a thousand colorful
prisms, paper thin wings, glistening 
hairy flavorful filaments -
 
they burst
into a moan of
microscopic wind, a hovering 
cloud of hope high above
the stench.  And then
 
they descend, particles of 
dust weighted with 
knowledge, sipping and 
plucking the tender 
flesh
 
until the bone bleeds through
as a gleaming concretion,
still and sublime,
 
glowing
 
in its salty
white 
truth


Submitted: October 11, 2020

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Writing_wall44

That's a deep, disturbing visual of death. I love it!

Sun, October 11th, 2020 8:31pm

Author
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I misspoke in the tags because I didn't really intend this to be focused so much on death. As Dr. Lecter says in Silence of the Lambs, "That's incidental". To me, it's really more about revelation and recognition of validity.

It's probably too complicated to see, but I'm making an indirect comparison between the transformation of the fly vs the Butterfly - beauty vs commonality. The fly has little to offer but it's diligent work at clearing away decay. The butterfly just floats around looking lovely. But what do we appreciate? Where is the truth in what we really see?

Sun, October 11th, 2020 4:44pm

Lizziewolf

Thank you for this vision that strenghens my belief cremation is better...Love, Lizzie.

Sun, October 11th, 2020 11:21pm

Author
Reply

Well, it's certainly cheaper. I just don't think I can go that route.
Thanks for reading, girl!

Sun, October 11th, 2020 8:31pm

Writing_wall44

I actually totally saw the butterfly in it and I can see the comparison. I wasn't saying the whole thing was about death but your imagery "plucking the tender flesh until the bone bleeds through" really impacted me.

I hadn't noticed your tags beforehand, to be honest, it was just the impression I got. I love how you took something most people find at least annoying and gave it a beautiful purpose and meaning, while showing the vanity of something most people love.

Mon, October 12th, 2020 12:00am

Author
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Thank you...I often hold on to poems for a while and revisit them before I post, but I just fired this one off today. Sometimes I like to write in free verse, though I particularly love rhyme and meter.

I think the thing I like about poetry is that sometimes you can't completely convey what it means in everyday discourse. The best analogy to this poem in my mind is the historical account (I'd have to look up the date) of when Lady Di was killed. Mother Theresa apparently died almost simultaneously and the funerals occurred on opposite ends of the world - Diana with a massive entourage of royalty and flowers, Elton John singing Candle in the Wind, an enormous outpouring of worldwide remorse. At nearly the same moment, Mother Theresa was laid to rest in a plain wooden box and carried on the backs of peasants who had eaten the rations her hands had prepared, slept in the huts her work had established, and prayed the prayers she had taught them to pray. What a remarkable moment of irony in world history. Who is the butterfly?

Sun, October 11th, 2020 9:03pm

Writing_wall44

I had no idea those events happened at the same time. And that’s probably the point.

Mon, October 12th, 2020 4:18am

Dark Eyed Stranger

This one I need to think on. I do see a fly against a curly white background. Stoic, silent, rich in portent, and perhaps immune to irony. Maggots do clean wounds. A weighty subject.

Mon, October 12th, 2020 4:39am

Author
Reply

Well, thanks for the meditation, J! I'm glad you came over to ponder.

Mon, October 12th, 2020 5:16pm

Storywriterx

Only you could make something as gross as a maggot eating rotting flesh sound eroiic

Mon, October 12th, 2020 11:25am

Author
Reply

I don't think it sounds very erotic. That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I won't argue with your interpretation...

Mon, October 12th, 2020 5:18pm

VanillaEssence

dk.I found your replies more enlightening than the fabulously well written poem.Another truth is that light in its natural form is neutral.Our eyes receive reflected lightwaves from a surface.As an example if we see a blue surface it is because that surface has absorbed all other wavelengths (colors) of natural light and reflected the blue wavelength back into our eyes.Color is an optical illusion.

Tue, October 13th, 2020 3:02am

Author
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Everything is an illusion, V! But thanks for the science lesson. In essence, tomatoes are everything but red...

Tue, October 13th, 2020 9:26pm

Extinct

WOW! The imagination you create with the words , 'salty white truth' , and so many like you make us taste the word and feel it like idk its crazy poetic intelligence!

Wed, October 14th, 2020 3:11am

Author
Reply

Wow, yourself, and thank you! You know I love your comments, girl!

Tue, October 13th, 2020 9:24pm

Spyguy

I see a butterfly in you, and the flies can stay away!

Tue, December 1st, 2020 7:29am

Author
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Thank you, Spy! Have you ever read that book, "Lord of the Flies"?

Thu, December 3rd, 2020 7:57pm

Spyguy

If so it was decades ago, & I have no memory of it!

Fri, December 4th, 2020 9:48am

Harriet-Jacqui Furl

a literary gem - revealing your inner darkest depths

Sat, July 10th, 2021 6:18am

Author
Reply

Thank you, hj. This really isn't about death, as some people think, though I'm always interested in my readers' interpretation. It's meant to pose a contrast with 'perceived' beauty, and I'm alluding to the butterfly in comparison to the fly.

Sat, July 10th, 2021 3:37pm

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