Your eyes open to the world.
A smiling angel places their finger
on the dimple of oblivion.
Here is life, opening its arms to you.
I will always be there,
showing you the way.
But often you won’t hear me —
sometimes slipping into a smile
that you won’t respond to,
a gaze from which you will turn away...
And perhaps, in the guise of this other
person, you will cause me suffering.
Because you know — angels cry too.
Then, on my wing, I will take the weight
of your weary soul.
And from the face of a child,
rescued from forgetfulness,
you will see me.
At the end of the road,
life will bid you a final farewell:
a few regrets,
a lot of remorses.
Your name entered
in the golden Book of Remembrance.
Your eyes open to the world.
A smiling angel places their finger...
on the dimple of oblivion.
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Ellen (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
The angel of oblivion doesn't visit the autistic poet ...
Deep poetic and philosophical text .
Thank you, Lorenz!
A most interesting title that inspires a great deal of thought. Beyond the title the idea there being a dimple in oblivion gives pause. A fun read
Many thanks!
An interesting write, I got the sense the dimple represents a small dose of oblivion as the write I feel is dealing with the passing of a child, apologies if I have got that wrong, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Thank you kindly for your sensitive reading.
You are very welcome
The image of the angel gently touching the "dimple of oblivion" is both comforting and unsettling - like a tenderness that hides a farewell.
A beautiful poem
Thank you very much for your feedback!
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