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
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 
until the bone bleeds through
as a gleaming concretion,
still and sublime,
in its salty

Submitted: October 11, 2020

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

Sun, October 11th, 2020 8:31pm


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


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

Sun, October 11th, 2020 11:21pm


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


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


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


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

Mon, October 12th, 2020 4:18am


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

Mon, October 12th, 2020 11:25am


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


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


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

Tue, October 13th, 2020 9:26pm


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


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

Tue, October 13th, 2020 9:24pm


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

Tue, December 1st, 2020 7:29am


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

Thu, December 3rd, 2020 7:57pm


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

Fri, December 4th, 2020 9:48am


I can't help but picture flies on shit when I see the picture, but this does not describe something that nasty.

Sat, January 22nd, 2022 10:02pm


Yea, I edited out that version

Sat, January 22nd, 2022 3:51pm

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