by David Dephy
I am listening, owl. Maybe
I am dreaming in this silent
twilight, or maybe it’s the
afternoon now, but it seems
to me I found answers to main
questions: did I sacrifice what
I am for what I will be? Can I
be myself and see the edge of the
universe? I feel—only there, or
somewhere, deep in the universe’s
heart, there is something tenderly real,
tenderly incredible which waits to
be revealed. The one who learns to
control dreams will never wake up.
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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