In Hiding

Living within an envelope,
Some personal stationery,
Lined with gray,
I am sealed inside
With dark red sealing wax-
I hide within the lower left corner.
Somewhere I was dropped
Onto the sidewalk last night,
From someone’s briefcase,
I suppose or perhaps
Some elderly woman’s tote bag which
Was not closed properly, or
Torn on the bottom?
Now the rain is falling hard,
Dampening the envelope in which
I am in hiding.
I don’t think I will reach my destination,
And I will be washed into the gutter,
And this envelope will tear and
Disintegrate.
A homeless woman I fear I shall become,
Begging for just a little food,
A few pennies or hopefully
A little more than that-
I would just purchase another envelope
In which to hide,
To feel safe for maybe one more day-
Until I am lost and out in the world
Trying to find my way again-
That same vicious circle-
From one hiding place to the next,
I have always found myself, as
I just not cope outside myself anymore…
That is alright-
My grandmother always used stationery with gray-lined envelopes,
And I have always thought that
Dark red sealing wax is quite elegant, really-
And I was not fearful of my grandmother…

Claudia Krizay


"A Poets Emotions to Unfold"

Trials and tribulations,
My lifetime to unfold;
Emotions of this poet,
Forever to be told.

Many of my childhood,
Young adulthood too;
Now I am much older,
I still write to you.

People should all write poetry,
Set some emotions free;
Doesn't make them disappear,
But it seems to help me.

Look within my poetry,
And you suredly will find;
Thousands of others suffer,
Of that pain within ones mind.

Bettye Turnbo

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