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To The Cynic Due

by Tony Whitaker


Allow these worms to see my need to bleed
Work swift my still-life knife I write
Forthwith my rhythmic heart d'jour the cynic feed
Allow these worms to see my need to bleed
Words then thwart their darted hack with speed
But then again my eyes can spy the bite
Allow these worms to see my need to bleed
Work swift my still-life knife I write

05/06/2007

Author's Note: I still like to write in the traditional forms. This is called a Triolet for those that appreciate the trads!

Posted on 05/06/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/06/07 at 12:14 PM

I like the within-line rhyming here.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/06/07 at 03:49 PM

Carved into a lovely triolet-form... my favorite image and linguistic construction is the unusual "still-life knife". I think traditional forms sometimes generate the construction of such concise, unusual poetic ideas. It's an allusive (as in paintings of fruit, bread, often include) a "still" knife also it sounds like 'still-life' and amusing that way... and illusive... for as the writer in his "still-life" isolation might constantly write on with it... and elusive -- those who might be cynical of his words and forms... are always there...and he must write on and elude them. (whew) I just realized there were three variations of this!

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