Unfuzz us virtuous, into liberation,
from conflicting science facts
let us silence agitations
with borders and decisive acts,
let’s delineate the contours
between the righteous many
and divide from them what’s yours
what’s ours, cause we crave plenty
with nothing left for those unpure.
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Hieronymus Bosch
Today it’s Easter Monday, and we have a red day in Sweden. I thought it was appropriate to write for the Quadrille at dVerse, despite the fact that I probably will be offline. Lisa hosts and the word is countour. I will probably not read the others poems tonight, but will be back tomorrow to read and comment.
April 1, 2024
Well that’s an original take on contours, Björn!
Outside the box.
Tricky poem, Bjorn, had to read it a couple of times and slowly to get what you’re trying to say. It’s a method that seems to have worked through the ages :(
Maybe it’s those we call the winners.
exactly. the winners make the rules.
i will need to come back to this one in order to get my head around it
It was meant as a sarcasm…
thanks for the hint.
I think you probably summed up the human condition there.
Exactly… greed and gluttony is what drives us,
As others have said, this one requires a few reads to glean all the meaning. Well done with the word and with putting so much into so few words.
Maybe the sarcasm wasn’t easy to get at first.
Bjorn, I’m drawn in by the Bosch and fascinated by the complexity of your writing… and wondering what is a Red Day? is it when you have a red face from eating much chocolate? And you have to go offline to recover?
Read day can means so much….
A unique take on the prompt.
🦄🦄
Your words and the art go together perfectly.
Thank you… the art by Bosh is always inspiring
“Unfuzz us virtuous“– A rollicking start to what I see as a stern indictment, Björn.
The virtuos who has all the answers but fear the questions.
One must sometimes read between the lines to appreciate the message. The righteous are not always right. Just saying.
nice rhyme scheme going on in this one….
I hope you enjoyed your holiday.
Those who call themselves righteos are rarely right
Very interested idea Bjorn
Alas humanity needs the sharp contours and fear ambiguity.
Yes, it does. Without the fear, people aren’t going to do what should be done.
Your opening line sets the tone for the rest of the poem. I see it as a scathing statement about what we have become.
Alas…. that is exactly what I feel… unable to cope we chose the easy path.
We always do that…
Wow!! This is spectacular, Bjorn. Splendid opening lines. 🙂
🙏🙏 Thank you
What beautiful depth, Bjorn. Written as if it were a bible verse. 👏
A bible for some I think
The Bosch image is perfect with this. Some things in this world don’t change, it seems.
Does a red day mean a holiday?
Red day is what we call a holiday…
Got it!
Love how you chose to use ‘the word.’ A cautionary tale in poetry form. Cheers.
It is so much easier to believe in that… the comfort of not changing.
Those contours will kill us all. Bosch is perfect. (K)
They do, divisions kill in the long run.
conflicting science facts….agitation with borders and decisive acts…..contours between the righteous and what’s yours, mine, and never theirs? You’ve created the tensions of the world today in these few 44 words. At least that’s how it hits me.
Exactly what I wanted too say.
Its that sense of freedom, of liberation, that is so enticing.
Enticing and a lure for all.
Excellent poem, Bjorn. I also read it through multiple times, gaining new insights each time.
I can understand that it was hard to catch the tone of sarcansm at first…. sorry for that.
Much to think about in your poem. For me it talks of now, how lines are blurred in this world at the moment. So apt. I think Truedessa has summed up my thoughts when reading your poem about the righteous not always being right.
Being righteous may be wrong even if you are right… to me it is always connected with hubris.
Virtue for the pure, notwithstanding placing those righteous beings with the faulted.
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The irony is that being right may be wrong if you are righteous.
Well done. I also read it through a couple of times, but that’s not a bad thing at all! I love it.
~David
Bosch, such a visceral companion experience to your poem.