VERSES

Friday, April 18, 2025

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[ image made with Bing AI generator]

Easter Egg Shell

It was Easter so of course

Bunny popped out of an Egg,

When else would she be able

To accomplish such a feat

With such ease.

The wind blew just for

Ti marie flowers,

That were withered enough,

To take the ride and with ease,

Bunny's whiskers twitched

With ease in a most annoying way,

What's this all about,

She thought to herself.

Her achoos sent bits of egg shell,

Flying all over the place,

With ease so much so,

That one bit escalated,

With force and speed.

Bunny, being her adventurous self

Hopped on for a ride of her life.

© gillena cox 2025

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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

1270

[Memorial park monument, Port of Spain, Trinidad 🇹🇹 from google]

Monumental

Standing in the sun,

Standing in the rain,

Lucky you;

We have no winters,

We have no Autumns,

To freeze you,

Or make you colour shame.

You stand proud,

For the value of service,

And every year,

They come bowing,

Bringing garlands,

To the memory of,

Our fallen braves.

© gillena cox 2025

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Monday, April 14, 2025

1269

[bird pepper image from google]

Mango Chow

When i was a child i knew of a tiny tubular pepper we called bird pepper. These plants no one planted, they just popped up from nowhere, but did not remain in the size of a weed. They grew to well sized shrubs.

Maybe it was as Lisa Bellamy thought, “as a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.”

In those my youthful days. I used to add bird peppers to chow. Chow was any green fruit available peeled, with salt, garlic and peppers, added. In my area the favoured choice was mango chow. It was something as children we made, we relished we shared.

© gillena cox 2025

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Prosery: In the words of Lisa Bellamy

Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, Including the given line from a poem. “As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.” From the poem, Wild Pansy. by Lisa Bellamy

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