He had hidden Behind his mask For so many years That I was alarmed When I saw his True face. Now knowing The truth I refuse to Fondly recall The years When the mask Was in place. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
Category Archives: Poetry
Magic Cup
A cup of coffee is the only magic that I believe in. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
Stain
The mistakes She had made In her life For a time Felt like a stain On her soul. Nothing Could absolve her Not even The night sky. She longed For something Like a horse To help Her escape. The stain Never Went away So she wore it Like a badge Of courage. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
Tongue-Tied
Betty Becker bit a batch of bitter berries. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
Father and Son
He sat contentedly On the old wooden sled Eating bologna and chips As he handed his old man The pliers. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
Diva's Laundry Service 