I'll Call You Sybil

 

I go to bed

You’re like a warm comfy blanket

I wake up

You turn to cold bitter coffee

From yesterdays pot.

 

Oh my I see your skin

Is a lovely angelic white.

Wait I blink my eyes

Suddenly there is a tan…

Wait how could that happen.

 

Gosh I really like your blonde hair

What was that a wig

Cause now you brunette.

I just don’t understand.

 

Then everyday

I have to call you by

A different name.

Hiding from the law

Or ashamed of your past.

For me I will make it simple

And just call you Sybil.

 

You say you want someone

To care about you

But honey how can anyone

Give a damn

When even you don’t recognize

The back of your hand.

 

Oh my woman

My head is spinning

As you slip on that white jacket

With those shining buckles

At least you should be

For let me give you a reality check

You’ve become Darwin’s grab bag.

 

 

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

An extended metaphor. The way I look at this, it's like the speaker has a way of dealing with things by constantly changing his surrounding..It's a inner conflict he cannot resolve and he resolves it by blaming it on the changing surrounding. just my take. But I love the poem overall, its smart deceptive style, eluding and alluding contexts.. A Great Poem.

[The Analog Kid]

Looks can be deceiving. So many personalities to the same person! Rock on...this is very apt!

[Dezaraye]

You gotta love us, don'tcha? We women folk. Lol.

I like this piece. It has a tinge of darkness to it ... It's creative and well written. Nice work.

[Ladysue]

Very clever and insightful piece of writing.. that ending line says it all...this is unique and creatively done...

[Stacey]

After reading RR I smiled because I thought well damn maybe this is me...LOL!!! Yesterday I wanted this, today I want that and tomorrow will most likely be a different want:) I don't know if you meant to do this...but in the title the name is spelt Sybil and in verse it's Cybil. I thought that was added clever to the unknowing vibe of the verse...blonde to brunette, hot to cold. Wonderful write

[Poetic Beauty]

I love this poem. I read it yesterday. The whole contrast and the person not looking like the person you thought is a great concept to write about.