Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Moments in Time

by Lien Cullinane

Is time just a concept? Age a number?
Should we consider the present between now and when we slumber
should natural emotion betray the clear thoughts I trust
for this beauty I've met once has uncovered a long hidden lust
now a tingle unnerves me, unravelled from a dormitory code
I count thrice in more years that I've felt such
- once bitten
- once deceived
- and one I messed up
Such beauty is simple, a pure complexion untouched
Am I naive to frail prevailing opportunities such desired perceptions can cut
For now our laughter, a mutually agreeing scene 
bridges a gap between where we lie
I awaken a girl in this women I see 
You locate maturity in the man he must be
As the nights close draws near, we slowly become one,
a romantic gesture, 
a thumb in clasped hands circles another,
a gentle kiss that suggests affection 
as thoughts interweave and stumble across each idea that we utter
And then one query to derail all others
a barrier we carefully avoided and shuddered
'Is time just a concept? Age a number?'
You desire a man with ambition to settle
I the other
Our hearts do sink for within moments I know
I shall not see you again after I blink
For in life time defines boundaries within society we keep
Is time just a concept?
Age a number?
Should we consider the present between now and when we slumber
should natural emotion betray the clear thoughts I trust
for this beauty I've met once has uncovered a long hidden lust

now a tingle unnerves me, unravelled from a dormitory code
I count thrice in more years that I've felt such
- once bitten
- once deceived
- and one I messed up

Such beauty is simple, a pure complexion untouched
Am I naive to frail prevailing opportunities such desired perceptions can cut

For now our laughter, a mutually agreeing scene bridges a gap between where we lie
I awaken a girl in this women I see You locate maturity in the man he must be

As the nights close draws near, we slowly become one,
a romantic gesture, 
a thumb in clasped hands circles another,
a gentle kiss that suggests affection 
as thoughts interweave and stumble across each idea that we utter

And then one query to derail all others
a barrier we carefully avoided and shuddered

'Is time just a concept? Age a number?'
You desire a man with ambition to settle
I the other

Our hearts do sink for within moments I know
I shall not see you again after I blink

For in life time defines boundaries within society we keep

Added: 13.04.2011

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