One Belongs to Giving
by Susan Katzconjunction
First Place, December 2011
Judged by Nathalie Handal
I have gazed my life away.
—Ono no Komachi
Often, I lost strings
in the labyrinth.
I had tried holding onto them,
like a mango’s pulp in my hand—
They would loosen,
wait for release.
Until once, I thought the daisy,
the violet had the same scent—
But I learned to tell the difference
between the pale and the stain of love.
This poem takes us to the pale stains that invent a heart. It’s soft tune dares us to gaze at what belongs, what gives, and utlimately, what takes. Each line, a whisper weaving a universe. I keep returning to “often, I lost strings in the labyrinth” – to where the poet creates a maze with one line. This poem keeps giving. Stunning. --Nathalie Handal