Your Birthday Night



It's your birthday again today
and the early hours pass steadily
but I'm back in that night
when I alone kept watch over you,
listened to how your breath sounded,
in a room that reeked of disease,
my laptop on my lap,
working for my bread,
because one has to do something.

There was nothing else in that room,
just the sound of the pump.
It stood there cold and clumsy,
and your moans now and then
confirmed to me: you were tired of your pains.

The hours ticked by slowly
and you, were you still aware of me,
when I moistened your mouth again,
gently touched your sunken cheek?

This could take days, weeks,
you were so strong with all your flaws.

By morning, however, peace came
your breath stopped, your fire extinguished
and I then gently kissed you good-bye.
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Submitted by ludy_b on December 06, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Characters 765
Words 160
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 9, 5, 4, 2, 3

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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2 Comments
  • jeremyt.40101
    This is by far the best of your bunch. The imagery is crisp and the emotion hits like a hammer. Kudos!
    LikeReply 110 months ago
  • Oceanloveisland
    Your images are so clear and beautifully put. I love reading your words, your stories. It feels as if I am there with you. My tears won’t stop flowing down my cheeks. Ugh…
    LikeReply 11 year ago

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