Lindsey Ann Pearl

Lindsey Ann Pearl Feb 2018

Upon returning from Deutsch class,
Where we spoke of Sturm und Drang,
I reminisce about Schiller’s scull in glass
and think it rather wrong.

Maybe it’s just komisch
your best friend stealing your noodle
somehow it makes sense, I wish
a really great poem he did doodle

Schiller and Goethe, the poets
and quite a pair were they!
Even after death we know it,
“Schiller’s” head was on display!

The inspiration knew no bound’ries,
words flowed without a hitch,
like blacksmiths in metal foundries
he truly found his niche

Know nature, life, and death alike
looking in his hollowed out eyes
you never know! Inspiration may strike
n'ere prompt, like lightening, o’re the skies.

"Schillers Schädel" means "Schiller’s skull"–which Goethe (secretly) had people steal 25 or so years after Schiller died, which he kept and displayed in his quarters…talk about friendship! It turns out it wasn’t even his skull! Was ein Pech!! (How’s that for luck??)

#schiller #goethe #funny #silly #skull #sturm #drang

Lindsey Ann Pearl Jan 2018

Margaret

I miss her laugh
The way her nose crinkled
and the way she looked to the side, and sort of upwards when she giggled
How she nodded her head
and chirped her laughter
just like grandma did

I miss her effervescence
Her ability to talk to anyone
And how she could make anyone feel special
How she could turn the worst day into the best one

It’s been three months
But I think about her almost every day
If simply just in passing,
But her name is there
Floating above me like the angel she’s become

Her name hangs on the rim of the coffee cup she gave my mom
On the picture of a giraffe in our bathroom
On the Christmas decorations she gifted us
On the card my uncle sent my dad for his birthday

It’s been three months since she left but
It seems like just yesterday
we were eating lunch together at the Chinese place on the other side of town
we were sitting at her white table in the dining room, talking about my college experiences
we were eating cinnamon rolls around grandma’s table after mass on Sunday

I wish I had spent more time
Talking and giggling with her
But it makes the memories we do have together
more cherished, or so I tell myself
to cope with the hole in my heart

I miss her

Lindsey Ann Pearl Jan 2018

On the 24 to East Campus

I am sitting on the bus
and the man next to me is wearing
one white work glove
and one black snow glove
He looks too closely at his watch
His wrist inches away
from his face
I study his bearded silhouette
Watch as he hovers his hand
above the yellow “pull to stop” cord
His grizzled ****** hair
is sprawled out in all directions
His purple backpack
and camouflage winter jacket
clash with each other
But if you couldn’t tell
by the mismatched gloves,
this man is blind.
I wonder if his socks match.
I wonder if he wonders if his socks match.

Lindsey Ann Pearl Dec 2017

you got married yesterday

but I only know that because
my mom showed me your wedding pictures on facebook.
he is handsome, and you are beautiful, perfect.

i can't see your happiness anymore;
i'm behind a wall, and your special day--any of your days are invisible to me
you're not even tagged
in silly photos we took nine and a half years ago

why?

childhood memories and a wave of nostalgia hit me
remember the basketball hoop that almost killed you?
remember quarter-roy?
imagined fairies and magic in your cardboard fort?
swimming in the lake in your backyard on hot days?
me riding the bus home with you sometimes, eating skittles,
keeping them hidden from the bus driver?
we never talked about marriage, like all little girls supposedly do
and now i'm sad we didn't
the closest we came to sharing the dream
of looking pretty in a dress
was as prom queens together, at different schools

we met one time after i moved away from that small town
(where we both were pressured and compressed until we melted away into our own neat, square boxes)
and you said I looked different
but you did too

you wrote me a message
almost two years ago.
i was surprised to see it
it was so caring, compassionate, and wonderful
i did not respond
and i did not realize that meant the end

i miss our childhood
i will miss seeing you and your joys
and i wish i could change your push of a button

I wish I could say it directly to you:
congratulations, and
i'm sorry,
but not in that order

#marriage #friendship #nostalgia #sad

Lindsey Ann Pearl Dec 2017

A Childish Thought

Selfishly,
I only share my candy
with the people I care about most.
because
no one deserves sweetness
if they don't deserve me

#candy #care #sweet #childish

Lindsey Ann Pearl Dec 2017

19 Above

Today I learned
That tears don’t freeze
Even when it’s nineteen degrees above zero

Even when they stream down your cheeks
They refuse to solidify

Today I learned
That tears warm up the body
better than they warm up the soul

Today I learned
that it is easiest to feel most alone
when the man I love walks beside me

#freeze #tears #warm #soul #love

Lindsey Ann Pearl Dec 2017

Library

The library smells
like ginger and coffee
and books that haven't seen the light of day since they were published

the sour scent of unopened pages
and the bittersweet commercialized coffee
diffuse throughout the building,

procrastination,
this is the smell of procrastination.

the air is swirling,
whipped along by the passers-by
its cool embrace is welcoming
gently blowing through me, onwards

cooling my mind as i brace
for the swell of tests and
tests and
tests

The coffee scent relinquishes,
as well as the task at hand,
and my dorm is calling me

#finals #coffee #library #books #ginger #procrastination

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