David Dephy (he/his) (pronounced as “DAY-vid DE-fee”), is a trilingual American award-winning poet and novelist. The founder of Poetry Orchestra. Poet-in-Residence for Brownstone Poets 2024-2025. His poem, “A Sense of Purpose,” is going to the Moon by The Lunar Codex, NASA, and Brick Street Poetry in 2024. He is named as “A 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 was exiled from his native country of Georgia in 2017 and was granted political asylum in the USA immediately and indefinitely. His family, beloved wife and 9-year-old son joined him in the U.S. after 6 years of exile in 2023. He lives and works in New York City.
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Silence of hunger compels us.
Silence of victory is different too. Silence is different when
lovers are hugged, it is different at dawn, when son
stood still in front of his father—
Divinity of calmness,
can you see me, now?
Silence is different in between words—silence is life,
that attracts you more, nature of silence—
divinity of trust, no, we are not silent.
Silence of patience is different as well.
Divinity of genius,
can you touch me, now?
Silence of a man who still believes is different—
silence of freedom is different. There is no greater speech
in the world then silence. There is no real word
in dictionary of spirit—the bosom of word is silence.
Divinity of revolution,
can you scream with me, now?
Only the truth can silence us. No need to talk when you
understand everything, no need to think either.
Silence is all you need to handle the truth,
its secret dwells in every beat of our hearts—
Divinity of loneliness,
can you hear me, now?
Litehouse 