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Streets

written by: David Dephy

 

Looking at the empty streets.
Beauty needs to be seen.
I know you are happy out there
on the other side of emptiness,
yet the present is the choice
which remains. In admiration,
beauty, in poverty wealth
and in silence the sound,
I will put the gun down,
who stands beside me matters more.
I’ll remember this second,
on the other side of what was emptiness,
I’ll remember this present, but the streets
will be alive again, only that which needs
to be seen will be.

David Dephy

David Dephy

David Dephy - The trilingual Georgian/American award-winning poet, novelist, essayist, performer, multimedia artist. The winner of the 2019 Spillwords Press Poetry Award for June’s Publication of the Month and the finalist of the Adelaide Literary Award Anthology 2019 for the category of Best Poem. 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, Poets in Nassau, Poets in Massachusetts, Columbia University – School of the Arts in the City of New York, Great Weather for Media in New York City, New York City Voices, Bowery Poetry Club which named him a Literature Luminary as well as the Statorec Magazine named him the Incomparable Poet. His works have been published and anthologized in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines, journals and publishing houses. His first book-length works in English, a poetry Lilac Shadow of a Tree and Eastern Star, are forthcoming in USA in Spring/Fall 2020 from Mad Hat Press and Adelaide Books New York, also his book-length work in English, a novel A Mystiere, is forthcoming in USA in spring 2021 from Mad Hat Press. He lives and works in New York City.
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