Life As We Know It: The Collected Verse of Linda C. Thompson Through 2007
By: Linda C. Thompson
One Step At A Time…
Love, Lust and Learning…
Anima…
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We Do
By: Linda C. Thompson
We do
What we can
With what we have…
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I Learned About Money
By: Linda C. Thompson
Let me remember,
Before I forget,
That I've learned…
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Sometimes It's Like That
By: Linda C. Thompson
Fear is like a darkness
Like the all encompassing All-Dark
Made monstrous by the Shape-Shifter…
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Music, My Friend
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the yawning pit
Of loneliness
That comes with loss…
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Ne Me Quitte Pa'
By: Linda C. Thompson
I followed Barbara Amaral
For years,
Her voice…
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Nodding to Napping
By: Linda C. Thompson
I sit
In the silence of pain
Hoping the wind…
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I Spoke To My Cousin
By: Linda C. Thompson
I spoke to my cousin
The other day
She’s fine…
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When It Hurts
By: Linda C. Thompson
When it hurts the most
There are no words—
Only unexplainable tears…
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And Then It Heals
By: Linda C. Thompson
Even in our age
There is healing,
Wizards are only car washes… |
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Airports
By: Linda C. Thompson
Air scented with fumes
Taxis jostling
Skycaps…
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On The Way
By: Linda C. Thompson
There’s an impatience to it
A "hurry, hurry, hurry"
Beat…
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In the Parking Lot
By: Linda C. Thompson
People passing
Public faces plastered on
We smile politely…
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A Friend Named Walt
By: Linda C. Thompson
I have a friend named Walt
Who cooks steaks
In his clean yellow kitchen…
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Visions #1
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the quiet hours
Just before dawn,
You reached for me…
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Visions #2
By: Linda C. Thompson
When we touch
Firelight flickers
Through my thighs…
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This Love Stuff
By: Linda C. Thompson
I miss you
Too much
Too often…
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Belonging in Miami
By: Linda C. Thompson
Amid the chatter and babble,
The airports constant song,
I site and reflect…
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The Sound of Light
By: Linda C. Thompson
The dark side of togetherness
Springs like a panther
From an unexpected look,… |
Locked Doors
By: Linda C. Thompson
Locked doors may be the reason
We won’t make it as a couple
The inevitability of the lock… |
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To the Woods
By: Linda C. Thompson
Lovers go to the woods
When love is going
Well or badly…
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Coming Home or Mirage?
By: Linda C. Thompson
"It leaves me shaking," you said,
When we talked
Of passion and poetry Long-distance…
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Philip, Oh, Philip
By: Linda C. Thompson
Philip, oh, Philip
If you could only learn
To put periods…
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Perhaps
By: Linda C. Thompson
I write for you
Oh, Beloved
I long for…
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A Poem to You, Too
By: Linda C. Thompson
Amazing moments transitioning
From work to play
A deep breath…
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Mapping
By: Linda C. Thompson
I believe in ecology.
Let me enter the world of your face
The atmosphere of your breath…
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Circles
By: Linda C. Thompson
A series of circles
You and I—
Dancing motels,…
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The First Time
By: Linda C. Thompson
We stand
Facing each other
For the first time,…
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A Time to Remember
By: Linda C. Thompson
It is time
To remember
The moments…
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Serenade
By: Linda C. Thompson
On the beach
In the moonlight
Long shuddering waves… |
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Once and Forever
By: Linda C. Thompson
First glance
First kiss
First dance…
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Once and Forever Alone
By: Linda C. Thompson
I dreamed for forever
Once.
A fairy tale…
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Picture Window Reflections
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the space
Between
Helping the dying…
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I Want to Know
By: Linda C. Thompson
I want
To know you,
Your patterns…
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Broken Hearts
By: Linda C. Thompson
Naiveté is a guardian spirit
Protecting from the truth
Of a broken heart.
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Working…
By: Linda C. Thompson
We work.
Strongly persuading others
To see and feel and do…
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The Cycle of Us
By: Linda C. Thompson
Night transitions into Day
Spirits of Vision
Fly West on wings of ebony…
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Hope is a Lighthouse
By: Linda C. Thompson
I do not understand
Hope—
Where it comes from…
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Help
By: Linda C. Thompson
Help!
A cry, a crisis, a signal
Of emergency…
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Strong Man
By: Linda C. Thompson
Strong men are rare
They masquerade
In many guises… |
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Love Poem
By: Linda C. Thompson
I am for you
Again
Beloved…
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Love, Perhaps…
By: Linda C. Thompson
Love, Perhaps
Is a dream of the true,
Brilliant…
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The Dance of the Salamander
By: Linda C. Thompson
The Salamander came
At time of anger
Rage—old and hot…
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Coffee Break
By: Linda C. Thompson
Out of the flatness of over-work
When all of the muscles are flaccid
And even the mind’s empty song…
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Wonder
By: Linda C. Thompson
What to writ today?
My aching heart sees
Only the movement…
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The Poet
By: Linda C. Thompson
The poet is a poem
As breath becomes a song—
The heart fulfills itself with longing…
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Career
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the wondrous rushing
Of those long languorous flights
Into airports…
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Alone
By: Linda C. Thompson
The glowing golden leaves of sunset
Through the live oaks
From the steps…
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Love Comes
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the snugged protection
Of raindrops on the skylight
And soft lamplight…
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Jamaica. Oh, Jamaica
By: Linda C. Thompson
Jamaica, Oh, Jamaica
I see
Your unplumbed heart… |
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Greathouse
By: Linda C. Thompson
In a stone office
That was once a dungeon
For slaves…
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Driveway Boy
By: Linda C. Thompson
Oh, Driveway Boy
You stand
In a slanted driveway…
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Each Time
By: Linda C. Thompson
The world is recreated for us
Each time
We love and give out the soul…
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Grieving
By: Linda C. Thompson
I comfort myself
With lovely words
With knowing…
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New Mommy
By: Linda C. Thompson
The places of night
Rows of orange orb light
Power, roaring down runways…
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Dream Time
By: Linda C. Thompson
Some nights
I spend my dream-time
In an estuary…
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Song of the Red Rocks
By: Linda C. Thompson
The Red Rocks are calling to me
I sing with understanding.
My cells vibrate in memory of rockness…
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Mornings
By: Linda C. Thompson
Morning become beginnings
Renewal
Bravely saying…
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Let the Wind
By: Linda C. Thompson
Let the wind
Take us
Play with us…
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Desert Rain
By: Linda C. Thompson
In the stark, haunting beauty
Of the desert
I see myself— |
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Smoke and Blood
By: Linda C. Thompson
In fire and smoke and blood
I came.
Self-born and boring…
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Live Dog Or Evil God
By: Linda C. Thompson
Canum deumque cano,
O! For the voice of the dog
Living free in spirit…
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Evil God
By: Linda C. Thompson
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Tickling the fancy cherished metaphor
Reversed and reversing…
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Choice
By: Linda C. Thompson
I Am the I Am
I sing of the Living Dog
Loving, healing, teaching, way shower…
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Ancient Seas
By: Linda C. Thompson
The songs of shells
Sigh with me
Waves of ancient rhythms…
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