write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself

1) Rhymed Verse

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m schizophrenic
(and so am I.)

2) Haiku

roses are reddish
violets, they tend to be blue
sugar is sweet… whoops—

3) Free Verse

Rose talk         in my

ear: flowersong/softpetaling

the weird line break

Violet violence                 the hanging 

line  ⌊ ≠  the space 

                                                                        between

Sugarsweetness              and what comes

after

YAY I followed the prompt today! Good for me!   

May Somalia know a new birth of freedom.

BTW, I have a signed and personally dedicated copy of Infidel from Ayaan on my bookshelf

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I’ll lure you from your hungry school;
My name calls out for living bait
To trick you in a darkened pool—
String you along and tempt your fate . . .

My sharpened verse must bear some blame,
Making you bite to reel you in.
Living up to my threaded name
Rods may strain and the bobbers spin.

Some use nets (like John and Peter)
Casting weights to sink. My floaters
Bring good news, maintaining meter
Joy for pond, lake, river boaters.

What’s my line? Think meat. Crochet.
Short and barbed, like life’s deceptions,
A shot some basketballers play.
Noses. Other misconceptions.

PROMPT 21:
write your own poem in which you muse on your name