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fullsizeoutput_1Cleaning out my office cabinets last week I found the first book of poems I ever wrote. I believe it was written in high school English class, as some of the poems are illustrated with drawings and photographs that could only be from back then. Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually written even earlier in 8th grade. It is such a treat to find things like this and get a glimpse back at myself, who I was, and realize that though many things about me have changed, there are many more that have not.

Quiet Calamity

Loneliness is like a desert,
Dry and lifeless,
Beating down with fierce heat,
Barren of people and civilization,
Save the one who stands alone
Surrounded by it on all sides,
Til the inside becomes a desert.

Loneliness is a sound,
Like the wind in the trees,
Low, mournful and hollow,
Filling the ears and heart
With quiet calamity.

Loneliness is a deserted beach
After a rainstorm,
Bleak and lifeless.
Stretching endlessly to the horizon,
Everything silent,
Save the ceaseless lapping of waves
Against dirty, gray sand.

Listen to this poem read aloud here:

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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