DEDICATION OF THE FACELESS POET

The faceless poet sat out side by the varenda, with the scroll on his lap and a pen in his left hand.He has always wanted to write about that one girl, that one being who he considers as his very own relfection.she has always existed in his thoughts and fantacy, she is that one mysterious girl who makes him tame stars as pet of fancy...and though he never gleamed upon his sight, he knows that she exists and she is out there and he stronly believes he will meet her one day.He gazed into the infinite galaxy as if the stars that stretched into the heavens will becomes letters and re-arrange themselves into meaningful words to give him a start. Suddenly an owl began to hum, and just as if he could comprehend the humming of the owl he smiled to himself and began to write...

                     "this piece of writing is dedicated to a girl who shall have no need reading it,

                                   though she inspired that of which this is written

   and that every reference points to her,

                                   its not her nature to bask in such worthy adoration.."

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

He gazed unto the infinite galaxy as if stars, that stretched into the heavens will become letters and re-arrange themselves into meaningful words to give him a start-I love that line! Great write!

[Maria Retz]

I really like this,it's so simple, but so true

The title The Faceless Poet makes me think that the girl knows about the poem, but not about him...

[Touché Armada]

That although that one person out there may not read of such fond thoughts, that perhaps they just may feel them and who knows perhaps they are writing the same dedication and just waiting for a materialisation just the same.