Featured Review on this writing by Writing_wall44
"That's a deep, disturbing visual of death. I love it!"
Essence of Clarity
Submitted: October 11, 2020
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Thank you for this vision that strenghens my belief cremation is better...Love, Lizzie.
Sun, October 11th, 2020 11:21pmI 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.
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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?
I had no idea those events happened at the same time. And that’s probably the point.
Mon, October 12th, 2020 4:18amOnly you could make something as gross as a maggot eating rotting flesh sound eroiic
Mon, October 12th, 2020 11:25amdk.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 3:02amWOW! 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 3:11amI see a butterfly in you, and the flies can stay away!
Tue, December 1st, 2020 7:29amIf so it was decades ago, & I have no memory of it!
Fri, December 4th, 2020 9:48amI can't help but picture flies on shit when I see the picture, but this does not describe something that nasty.
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That's a deep, disturbing visual of death. I love it!
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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.
Sun, October 11th, 2020 4:44pmIt'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?