Single Minded by CeeCee

		Author Name: CeeCee	8 Comments
		Date Added: December 13, 2007 23:12:33	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Single Minded

Church leaders walk

through the garden of people

searching for roses to cultivate;

and in the process they step

on tender violets

whose presence softens

the rocky pathway.

Ironically, they forget to water

the tiny forget-me-nots

and deafen their ears to

the joyful pansies

until all but roses die.

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	Comment By: Joe McNinney on December 19, 2007 07:45:22 PM	Report
	*Amen sister, Amen! Joe* Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on December 17, 2007 01:25:05 PM	Report
	So short but so accurate in its exposure of what people often do not see...but I saw with blinding clarity! I love how David has taken into words what I feel so vociferous for...as a spiritual counsellor I see the broken empty marriages, the guilt and misery wrongfully laid at the door of ordinary human beings. all to suit the church? and who is the church? 'The Master' never asked us to live in misery alone and unable to enjoy the pleasures of sex. Oh I could go on all night. His words were true...but once people get a hold of them...and realise their potential to control....well, the rest as they say..is history. Ali x Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Barbara Demasson on December 14, 2007 02:44:18 PM	Report
	A worthy write and so true! ~Barbara~ Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: lionheart on December 14, 2007 10:36:27 AM	Report
	Some church leaders are better agronomists than others and ALL the flowers florish. Richard Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: abby on December 14, 2007 10:17:45 AM	Report
	What else can I say the brilliant comment by David says it. This is a metaphorical poem and say a lot in its brevity. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: David Turner on December 14, 2007 09:49:56 AM	Report
	Hi CeeCee, This is very intriguing and beautifuly written. I am not sure exactly who the roses, violets, pansiesand forget-me-not represent, perhaps you would elucidate it a little for me. It reminds me strongly of William Blake's work. I am sure he would have liked this as he was a great opponent of the established clergy. It reminds me first of all of 'O Rose Thou Art Sick':- "The Sick Rose" O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. THis is an attack on the sexual mores of the established church that have made love and sexual fullfilment dirty and sinful thus condemning people in this life to misery instead of joy. (It has also been interpreted as the affect of syphilus in the 18th Century on love and marriage) - but neither of these themes really seem to fit your piece. The next two in particular seem in harmony with your piece The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And ``Thou shalt not'' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore; And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be; And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys & desires. A Little Boy Lost "Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. "And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door." The Priest sat by and heard the child; In trembling zeal he seized his hair, He led him by his little coat, And all admired the priestly care. And standing on the altar high, "Lo, what a fiend is here! said he: "One who sets reason up for judge Of our most holy mystery." The weeping child could not be heard, The weeping parents wept in vain: They stripped him to his little shirt, And bound him in an iron chain, And burned him in a holy place Where many had been burned before; The weeping parents wept in vain. Are such thing done on Albion's shore? Warm Wishes David Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: b doneff on December 14, 2007 05:11:57 AM	Report
	I am in total agreement with AP here Cari..just bowled over by the metaphor useage here, and the topic a hot one but you portrayed it exactly as I see it. Really fantastic job here on this. b Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: A.P. on December 14, 2007 12:55:53 AM	Report
	wow this is absolutely beautiful, even though the subject matter is intense and sharp...you have captured this idea in such a great metaphor, that though what you portray is a sad disappointing reality, the poem still made me smile in liking it so much..that might be twisted....but yeah. anyways, i think the use of flowers and the way you have structured this underlines your point beautifully...i thought it was great. Respond To This Comment