Chameleon

I caught myself becoming totally different people depending on who I was with right down to my syntax and accent...and it inspired this work in progress.

 

I color myself in your hue

whenever I am with you

i adopt your idiosyncrasies

I play the way you please

i am a chameleon of personality

I change with able, agile, ease

accents, ticks, pauses, stutters

lisps, impediments and mutters

I mirror your gestures

I copy your moves

I am a changeling

I change to fit who I choose

Whether you're an old miser

lamenting the simplicity of "back when"

a time of chivalry ending as feminism began

when two cents were really worth more than 

your old, over used opinion

I color myself in your hue

whenever I am with you

I am a changeling

I change to fit who I choose

I am a blank canvas

you can always paint anew

I take each stroke you give

so, imbue me with your hue

layer upon layer

stamp me in your ink

soil me by your hate

stain me with your anger

bleach me by forgiving

I'll cloak myself in your innocence

childlike, we will  skip, dance, frolic

basking in the sun of youth

troubles but mites 

small itches and they're forgotten

as the bright shine of trinkets call

building boxes into castles

and we'll be long gone before they fall

I color myself in your hue

whenever I am with you

I am a changeling

I change to fit who I choose

Immaturity is so easy to wear

Being petty, irascible, narcissistic 

egocentric, pompous, hedonistic

the quiescent self interest 

awakens as much a glutton as ever

and I can relish in its volatile power

I color myself in your hue 

whenever I am with you

Author's Note

I would appreciate any type of criticism to recharge me to write more.

Reviews

[V Artemesia]

I would have to agree with Prophecy, who prior mentioned that there is a post-modernist tone to this piece. I feel within your words, there is always a hint of the deconstruction of social and personal relationships which can totally be contrived to a situation. The most poignant and repeated lines of the piece which totally stuck with me, "I change to fit who I choose" really support that idea, i.e. that we are all social constructions created at some point and time etc. I don't mean to ramble on (since post-modernism is a very sticky topic), but I feel as though you created such a complex idea in such an earnest way. Great poem; it really makes you think.

[Andrea]

This was fantastic. I absolutely adore your word choice and passion. I would love to help you and be critical but I wouldn't change this in any way.

[Prophecy]

@ Evita, I think this makes you a post-modernist then, in some respects. I like your feminist theory and the sophistication of your reasoning. Let me know please when you write something new.

[Evita]

Prophecy: Lol, I am glad you connected with my piece! I would make you feel totally comfortable by adopting your awkwardness... Overall the idea I was getting at was that everyone changes faces with different people and situations... I put it as a hyperbole though!

[Prophecy]

I feel like you wrote this about me! I stutter and I'm pretty awkwardly neurotic.

The poem is original. I find it very feminine and vaguely inviting to be honest.