by David Dephy
I am standing in front of the mirror, the reflection
of myself is asking me: “Would life be better if we
could forget the past? Would life be better if we could
forget the present second? Forget its very second when
we are trying to stay alive here – in this multi-language
labyrinth of our wishes called New York City?” I am feeling
the joy is dawning in me, I am feeling breeze is near and
guessing right away – I am being dreamt by myself.
Am I dying into the void? I don’t think so. I don’t
know. But I can feel the flow of memories. I can hear.
It has a gold-color body – I am hearing its crystal voice,
the breeze is singing for me: “The memories always
tell us what is right and what’s not, memories are the
winds, all kinds of memories, beautiful or ugly make life
worth living and make death impassable.” Yet I am
guessing right away – I am being dreamt by myself.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
DAVID DEPHY -- The trilingual American award-winning poet, novelist, multimedia artist. Founder of Poetry Orchestra. The 1st place winner of THE ARTISTS FORUM Poetry Award in New York City 2021, the winner of the Finalist Award in the 2020 Best Book Award National Contest by American Book Fest, the winner of the 2019 Spillwords Press Poetry Award and the Finalist and Shortlist Winner Nominee of the Adelaide Literary Awards 2019/2020 for the category of Best Poem. Named as Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, Incomparable Poet by Statorec, Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily. He lives and works in New York City.
Last updated July 21, 2022