Why not fix a drink before noon, the Reverend won't judge 'til June. Tithes are still getting paid, while my dog has his day. So I confess, I've been drinking for two.
A happy birthday to the nation, don't rush the loaded verses. Your lungs won't mind if you lag behind, and neither will the nurses.
Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.
I am so happy to share that my poem, ‘Dogs, Looking Up’ has been accepted by The Drabble. I hope to share more work with the creative writing community as the year continues!
I noticed my dog look up.
why was this act so unnatural?
There wasn’t a squirrel in the trees.
Why had he been so intrigued?
He plays from a box of actions,
motivations of which not earth shattering.
But a glimpse to the sky, leaves me questioning-
Why? This says too much about me.
I envied his joyous observation,
the self-made scientist in this family.
Where he spotted this opportunity,
I failed my curiosity.
This set in motion unexpected passion,
not knowing where my notes would lead.
I tested and believed I’d emptied,
a theory disproved by this story’s ending.
Kendall Jaderberg is an Analytical Chemist for a flavor company, where donuts abound. She enjoys bitter Chicago winters with her corgi mix and crafting poetry in her head while running on the treadmill. She has only tripped once and blames the donuts, not the poems.
I witness reflections of life off oceans I often fly by. Zone out at the greatest depths, though marvel most creatures calcified. Pumpkin patches now serve snow cones which help me forget warming woes. But plants adrift across the sea... Continue Reading →
Sirens resounding, 2 AM a bottle breaks. Locks are checked again.