Life in Quarantine: Witnessing Global Pandemic is an initiative sponsored by the Poetic Media Lab and the Center for Spatial and Textual Analysis at Stanford University.
I HAVE GOOD NEWS
I have good news – we will all get out of here alive.
What happens, happens on time, don’t seek your fault.
Nothing is your fault. There is no fault at all, but living,
through the mysteries of forgiving.
I see we are waiting for a miracle, the miracles happen
when I trust you, my sweetest friend, but nothing happens
when I cannot talk with you, and cannot keep my faith,
when I cannot continue my path when no one is around me,
when I cannot trust myself when all men doubt me.
Distance means nothing when your loved one means everything
and I am telling you – we will all get out of here alive.
What does not happen, does not happen in time, don’t seek
your or others’ fate. There is no fate at all, but choice,
in the centuries of noise and its deadly drive, while I am
telling you – we will all get out of here alive.
David Dephy
March 14, 2020
New York
STREETS
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
March 20, 2020
New York
SUBWAY WALLS
A breeze without sound,
your name, an affinity,
a cry of joy that tugs
at our center of gravity.
Along these tarnished walls,
the past rolls over us, rushes
by into the empty corridors
where all our stories
are retold, where they carry on
deep into the dark labyrinth.
David Dephy
April 27, 2020
New York
LOOK AT ME, HERO
I talk to the river. I hear sounds,
when I am alone. Silence speaks
more. “Look at me,” I try to say,
but I am speechless, as I lost
my breath. Heroes never die,
they only bear. We feel their tears,
blood dried up before they hit
the hearts. We look into their eyes,
we hear their words, we see their acts,
and the rivers roll and a second passed.
David Dephy
August 6, 2020
Long Island, New York
I CAN SEE IN SILENCE
I can see in silence.
In silence the memories
are rolling over me,
and we are running
all around and in between
the shadows of forest
and its dark stillness.
A stillness never tells,
but always listens
to our heartbeats.
Lost in the noise
we are divided.
Spinning chaos into order,
death into birth.
Looking for an exit—trying
to recall a memory of ourselves
in the great affliction of emptiness.
David Dephy
July 1, 2020
Long Island, New York
STELLAR’S PRAYER
“You tarnish soft,” I said to fireflies.
I hear a noise from the city.
I am alone here. Night.
Will you not revive us again, that your loved ones—
the people of morning may rejoice in you, night?
Only the truth will inspire me.
Only the truth will revive me.
“You appear soft,” I said to fireflies.
I hear a noise from the city.
I am alone here. Morning.
Satisfy us in the morning with your loving devotion, dawn,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days and nights.
Revive us, and we will call on your name.
David Dephy
June 24, 2020
Long Island, New York
David Dephy — A Georgian/American award-winning poet. The winner of the Spillwords Poetry Award, the finalist of the Adelaide Literary Awards for the category of Best Poem. He is named as A Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry and The Incomparable Poet by Statorec. His works have been published and anthologized in USA, UK and all over the world by the many literary magazines, journals and publishing houses. He lives in New York.
New York, New York
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