Poetry Challenge, v. 4.0, Days 11 and 12

Well, if you haven't guessed yet, this is the week of two-fers!  Yeah...Yeah, that's what it is!  I'm doing on purpose!  Of course I am!  It's not like I just keep forgetting to do a poem, or don't have inspiration when I'm near a computer....noooooooo, that would NEVER happen!  Ha!  OK, OK...it happened this week, and honestly, I can't figure out why, but the point is still that I'm doing 30 fresh, original poems in 30 days, and I'm not pretending that I'm in high school and doing it all at the last minute.

At any rate, today's first piece goes out to my friend, Meghan, who is dealing with a rather unfortunate loss.  That's all I'll say on the matter.

What Else to Say

Numb.
An empty void that is
terrifying and comforting at once,
when you feel too much and too little,
and all those thoughts come rushing in,
flooding the mind with a torrent of snapshots,
all flooding down around you like so many snowflakes
amidst a chorus of people all saying they're sorry -
because they don't know what else to say.


And, because we all took that lesson in hihg school/freshman english in college where we had to compare and contrast two poems that represented both sides of the spectrum (I'm remembering "Little Lamb" and "Tiger! Tiger!" personally) Let's look at the opposite side of this issue.

Childish Dreams

Sometimes,
I daydream of one day,
any day,
when it will be the norm
to think about the future,
any future,
that a little hand in mine
would like to choose,
any choice,
and I can answer
with a look,
any look,
at the child who calls me "Daddy."

Yeah - I can admit it: I want to be a daddy someday.  I'm cool with that.

Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid