Tom Billsborough

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Finale - Poem by Tom Billsborough

I expire
But will the white dwarf
Heed my final utterance?
No, both are bound by the same law
Of Atrophy and decadence.
No prequels can deflect
The arrowing of time.

Topic(s) of this poem: deaths

Form: Alexandrine


Comments about Finale by Tom Billsborough

  • Robert Murray Smith (8/24/2017 6:37:00 AM)


    Tom, a very clever write. We are just like stars that explode or implode. Nothing can stop this degeneration.10

    Robert
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    Tom Billsborough (8/24/2017 8:25:00 AM)

    Thanks, Robert. Just read your latest earlier. Very much a favourite!

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  • Daniel Brick (8/24/2017 3:34:00 AM)


    I love the sheer boldness of your thinking your death is comparable in cosmic impact to the explosion of a White Dwarf, that your small human voice could match the stellar event. But then you succeed in making a parallel between the two - BIG and SMALL are bound by the same cosmic law, and cosmic fate is equally illustrated by both events. This is heady stuff cleverly expressed. BTW The Alexandrine is the essential line form of classical French poetry, comparable to Blank Verse in English. But your poem is not metered in this way.So what do you mean by Alexandrine? ? I'm curious.















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    Tom Billsborough (8/24/2017 4:23:00 AM)

    Er, I'm a bit lazy describing verse forms! My natural rhythm is a three beat or six beat system which is employed by some modern French poets, such as Perse, which is a disguised form of the more traditional Alexandrine of Corneille and Racine. To be honest I wasn't too sure what form best described this. Perhaps Free Verse would have been more accurate in this case. Thanks for your comments.

  • Nosheen Irfan (8/24/2017 3:05:00 AM)


    Wisely penned. A deep write. Enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

    Tom Billsborough (8/24/2017 4:26:00 AM)

    Thank you, Nosheen. I must catch up on your verse.

  • Wes Vogler (8/24/2017 2:41:00 AM)


    Ah but this is the power of friendship ... You will care when I go and/or I will care when you go. Makes a difference Stay with us lad and we will keep right on to the end in our own individual way (which I think matters) (Report) Reply

    Tom Billsborough (8/24/2017 2:55:00 AM)

    You are right there, Wes. As long as someone cares it matters. Don't worry. I'm pretty indestructible!
    Just not written much recently. Had a surprise yesterday. Two days ago I had five white Dahlias in bloom. Yesterday there were fifteen! Must send you some photos.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 24, 2017



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