Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Oh Dresden!

Some background before you read:
Dresden is a city in Germany that the Allies destroyed several times over in World War II with their firebombings. Last year in World History, Mr. Burchette showed us pictures of the city he took on one of his trips there. It is still a very beautiful city, but some of it still lies in ruins. Parts could never be rebuilt because the architecture was so old and ancient, people just didn’t know how to do it anymore.

This poem is based on that tragic story of the fallen city, however only people who know me well enough know the true inspiration and story behind this sad and accurate poem.
I hope you enjoy it. Leave comments if desired.

Ode to Dresden
By: Amelia Rose

Scattered ruins lie desolate
Beneath the whitewashed sky
Bits of rubble here,
A fallen tree there
A barren wasteland
Of burning houses
Fallen roofs
Open doors left hanging
By a hinge

O Dresden! Dresden!
How beautiful you were!
How glorious to walk beneath
Your ancient paths
To marvel in
The glory of the archaic
Art and architectures
Astounding beneath glorious blue skies
Dotted with green or red or snow-covered trees
That filled the landscape with your brilliant view
Dresden! O mighty city—now left
In ruins!
Why hast thou fallen?
And forsaken those who loved you dearly?

To rebuild such a remarkable city
To make it as it once was
Can never be done.
The ways and works that created you
No longer exist
The historic technology, ancient ways
Are gone
And this great antique
Preserved through the ages
In a snow globe of time
By the sleekest coat of varnish
Is destroyed

How then are we, your inhabitants, to survive?
Our homes, our families
Are broken
Lost forever to your fallen walls
What can we do?
There is no way to rebuild you,
Ancient wonder of wonders
City of cities
How are we to move on?
For each time we try to build back up our homes
Another fighter plane
Comes to break you again!
To wreck our beautiful city
That once was so strong!

Our beautiful Dresden
Shall never be again
Not as it was;
Nor shall it be
Until this war can end
And the fighting
And terror
And wickedness

We shall build
We shall keep building up our Dresden
As many times as it falls
We shall build it up
Not into the mural it once was
But into a mighty fortress
That no one may penetrate
No one may enter
And no one may leave
Without a fight.

O beautiful Dresden
Wherefore art thou gone!
Where didst thou go?
When did we watch thee fall
To join the ruins
And the ashes
In this cold, wicked war
O Dresden!
O Dresden.
Fallen; Forsaken
Thou art lost
But we will find you
And we will love thee
O glorious Dresden!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

"Get out of my car!"

Now, lets be clear. I do not enjoy driving. To me driving is just something I have to do to get from one activity to another. I hate all those judgements and decisions and risks you have to take when you drive. It puts a lot of stress and pressure on one, even if one doesn’t consciously notice it. There’s so much that goes into driving, and If I werent’ half so dedicated to my activities and responsibilities, or if I lived closer, I would never do it.
But there are moments where I do appreciate this dangerous, yet useful privelage. For when I am in the driver’s seat, I am in charge. I am no longer subject to the will and follies of another--to be a slave to his oh so imagninative mind, simply because I am in the passenger seat and he controls what happens with the car. No. No! Instead it is I! It is I who stops the car! It is I who dismounts from the car or decides the destination or the location where I shall park or how long I shall spend sitting parked! It is I who has the advantage and can expel a person from my car at my own leisure, and not another’s! When I drive I may say, "Get out of my car!" and enforce that, because I can just drive away!
Now, I am generally an indecisive and submissive person. I will ask a passenger’s opinion of things and take his thoughts into consideration to what happens. In the passenger seat I am indecisive, submissive, and flexable, and mostly grateful that someone is willing to take their time to grant me the service of a ride.
Oh, but how good it feels, how empowering a sensation it is, in any given situation, with any passenger by my side, just to know that I--me!-- I have the ability and the right to say, "Get out of my car!" And he (or she) must aquiesce to my request.
Because I am the driver. It is I who holds the key and grants the service rendered. It is I. It is me; in charge.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Oh well.

They say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
What if life won't even give you lemons? What if you're given prunes, and still told to make the lemonade?

It's impossible. And you're stuck.
And then they take away the freakin prunes because you didn't do it quickly enough.

Ah, lame first post, I know. I don't have much more in me today.
It's all gone.
And every time I build it back up, get my hopes back up, they're ruined.
Destroyed. Just like my heart.