Poetry by David Dephy

 

When I am going out of the New York’s subway

and especially in the summertime, through the Avenue H

by the Q train in Brooklyn, I hear the sounds of ocean.

Yet, I hear the sounds of ocean—the sounds of thoughts,

the sounds of wishes and expectations, the sounds of

noise and calmness, I hear the sounds of solitude.

I hear the sounds of darkness early in the morning

when I am alone, surrounded only by the sounds like

echoes of my own breathe and I am walking faster and

faster and singing, I love a melody like I love the morning,

the morning is a spirit of life for me and a melody is a spirit

of music itself, it is my own breathe while I am alive and

can feel the sounds of ocean, while something very familiar

is dawning deep within me every morning and then it is

disappearing again, while I remember my childhood and

the little beetle on my palm and the kite and valley, while

the premonition of joy is forcing me forward while I am alive,

listening to the melody of breathe and looking up to the sky’s

wide open silence, the same sky with the same kite from

my childhood, we are immortals while we are the children.  

 

David Dephy

June 14, 2019

 

Let Me Be Your Summertime

 

Let me be your summertime.

The silence of solstice attracting me more

and more I clearly see—the summer is spirit

of our childhood, when we were immortals.

Let me breathe in the beauty of silence.

Let me be alone, twined by silence only.

The syntax of silence is so divine and so

simple and so clear and so lovely, yes

the silence speaks for itself… And look

all the answers to all the questions are

always in front of us. Some can see them

some cannot, that’s why we are not the

same, this seeing or blindness sets us apart.

 

David Dephy

June 9, 2019

 

I see the fireflies are rushing to meet the dawn,

I see the tears are rushing to meet the calmness,

the tears always are the words without letters,

and newborn baby always tells the truth without

any word right in mother’s heart, right in anyone’s

heart, like the rivers also are rushing to meet the sea,

the flood invades my spirit—

I see the tears are becoming the ambassadors of life,

I see the crystal clear ambassadors of future,

when the words are rushing to meet the silence—

the universe’s kiss on our thoughts.

 

David Dephy

June 18, 2019

 

Someone with the Endless Heart

 

I feel light inside me when I am

looking at you, my loneliness.

It’s good to give when asked,

but someone with the endless heart

gives unasked, through

understanding. Someone sees

our deeds, but someone with

the endless heart sees our motives,

when we lose the right to be

understood, we are losing the right

to be free, we are losing the right for living

with the endless heart, where every beat

is a challenge and challenges

make us discover things about our self

that we never knew. Let me be

that someone with the endless heart for you

and let me love your loneliness too.

 

David Dephy

May 18, 2019

 

The Dictionary of Silence

 

Looking at the summer’s smiling silent afternoon in

the garden of the breathing words I guess right away—

I have a key to any door in my life. This smile is the

key itself for me and I feel I know how to look and learn, the door

is here and the key is in my hand. The smile is telling me—

nobody here, nobody there, nobody under the sun can give me

either the key or the door to close or open, except myself.

This silent smile is expressive without any sound and I see now —

nobody ever figures out or tells me directly what life is all about,

and it’s OK, it doesn’t matter, nearly everything is interesting

if I go into it deep enough or fly so high above the

loneliness and will find the home for my speech.

 

David Dephy

May 14, 2019

 

 

David Dephy – The trilingual Georgian/American poet, novelist, essayist, performer, multimedia artist and painter. An active participant in the American and international poetry and artistic scenes, such as PEN World Voices, 92Y Poetry Center, Voices of Poetry, Long Island Poetry Listings, New York Public Library, Starr Bar Poetry Series, Columbia University – School of the Arts in the City of New York, Bowery Poetry Club which named him a Literature Luminary. His poetry has been published in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines. He lives and works in New York City.

 

(Courtesy of the author)