Anthony Bianco Poet Free verse

Sated Birds

We're born-we live 
                in
youthful, perfumed arrogance-
through folly we hopefully gain 
            wisdom
We engage- we retreat- we age
that's the nature of things
the parties and gatherings
           shrinking 
becoming few and far between.
Time grasps the coattails of speed
weddings-worry-wakes
we're happy-we grieve
         in between
   friends come and go-
    misunderstandings
falling outs and fade away(s)
days sprint by night the same
children and loves drift away 
like mad stars in the night
suddenly we're thrust into... 

         old age

Where all blessings
and storms coalesce
then come to pass 
just two battered birds remain
atop a cold mountain stone
sated in storms of silence,

For the old, the end
is not frightening
they've lived life
they're ready for the next life.
time becomes mind
mind becomes time
eternity entwined
within their stardust they'll
            find
all equations revealed
God is a spiral of space and time
        a constant 
in the speed of their light
   and always will be-

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Gershon Wolf June 17, 2020 at 8:08 PM Really, really enjoyed your reflections of life, on youth, on old age, on the passing of time, on God. Thank you, Anthony!! Best always, Gershon

Mahtab Bangalee June 17, 2020 at 5:44 AM God is a spiral of time the very speed of their light and always has been.....at the end of all that is true...

Connie Marcum Wong June 17, 2020 at 3:21 AM Wow Anthony, this is fantastic! My husband and I are the saited birds left, I can so relate to this life journey. I loved every part of this beautiful poem. I hope it is a top winner for you! Blessings xxoo