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Status to Date

We are infinite shades and hues
with just as many valid truths…
There have been days, I felt this way
but they soon passed, I now can say
as if you turn a page.

No story takes another turn
as all things grey and get slower.
There may be still a yearn
but hardly any hope to brighten.

Public vision is dimming per sentence
while similarity binds what division grinds.
The other is lowered increasingly
and one’s own deceptions intensify.

Questions about the how and why –
we fight wars because of it
but the answer is never among us,
futile creatures in the ever greater
perspective of eternity.

We are just little –foolish really–
experiments of our Mother Earth
in her relation to the Universe,
just temporary probes of her
endless ways to resolve her own
impermanent existence. I guess
we’d better accept being part of it
as long as her project is.
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Submitted by ludy_b on April 26, 2021

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Ludy Bührs

The topics she writes about are very diverse, so are the poetry styles she applies. As a Dutch translator and poet, having lived in Cambodia's capital city Phnom Penh for 2.5 years, in 2008 she published "Op de ruïnes van een rijk" (On the Ruins of an Empire) ISBN 978-90-8834-483-1 with 60 poems based on her experiences there. In 2007 she received a Certificate of Accomplishment as one of The Best Poems and Poets of 2007 issued by poetry.com and the International Library of Poetry for her poem Choked Truth, her own translation of "Verstikte waarheid", one of the poems in the book. Born in 1956, she still works as an independent translator, translating from English into Dutch. more…

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  • ludy_b
    September 8th, 2012, a reader on the old website poetry.com wrote: "There is a deep and brooding tone that mocks the loss of the tendency to see variety and possibility in life. Sameness and conflict in the midst of creativity reduces vision to discern the meaning of "valid truths...and "deceptions intensify." The poet is sadder, but wiser as she elevates the human dilemma to the level of the infinite. We are blind, self deceiving creatures dependent on what we ignore and cannot comprehend. The poem has a similarity of Keats "When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be" where the ultimate answer to human limitation blends invisibly into the unknown designs of Eternity which, by nature, are above our restrictions. Oh that I could join that level of the ultimate!" 
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