Short Splotched Poems

A tear is shed momentarily
It falls from a closed eyelid
Descends towards
the concrete ground
with rapid speed
And splatters into 
a splotched shape
A second tear
descends down the
cheek but is quickly
wiped away with
a damp sleeve....

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My shirt is splotched with spit-up,
Though my shoulder sports a burper.
My clothes are like a kingdom
And my grandson's the usurper.

He drinks his bottle, gives a burp
And then, without a doubt,
A quarter of what just went in
Comes, like a fountain, out.

I really do not mind, but learned
My lesson, truth be told - 
When I'm with Henry, what I wear
Is faded, frayed or old!...

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Muting of mums, yet rainbow’s nigh.
Memory clouds don’t often lie.

Darkened skies of treetops. One drop.
Subdued arcs in photo workshop.

Release of the silver lining.
The truth of matters reclining.

Facts are not new violets in rain.
Kissing splotched photo, without brain.

Virga won’t release history.
Weather remains a mystery.

Slight chance of weeping; willows fade.
Jellyfish don’t reach hunter’s blade.
...

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