The First Poetry Prize Winner - Winter 2011 - 2012
is Claire Chen of Basking Ridge, New Jersey, USA
“When the First Love Ends”
One day, while dreaming,
I grew up suddenly
as reality flitted through the haze
of my imaginings,
and pried my eyes open
me how to see.
I let myself float away,
with planet Earth,
higher and higher until
One day, while hurting,
I learned about the world
and truth and why
we must clip the wings of foolish dreamers
to save them from themselves.
One day, while grounded,
I thought about what it
means to fall--to wake and see the world
covered in ugly scars,
trying to see what Icarus saw—why he flew
even as the sun melted his wings.
One day, while living
I smiled at the sun
on tiptoes to kiss the stars,
felt the ground beneath my feet
and the rain against my skin.
Then, I waited for my wings to grow
that I may fly
About the poet: My name is Claire, which means, "clear and bright"
in French. This is perhaps the greatest misnomer in the known universe. I have spent sixteen years as more or less of a whirlwind
of chaos, and have no intentions of stopping anytime soon. I enjoy paradoxes, logical fallacies, and British dramas. Day-dreaming
is my natural state of being, and I would very much like to permanently reside in my backyard on a bright Sunday in May, sipping
milk tea and zoning out while staring at the clouds.