This page was created for poems memorializing lost ones.... ~*~For Caylee Anthony~*~ Sweet blossom of earliest spring what frost cut you down, and why? Did you babble the wrong words? Fail to smile into your mother's gaze? Did your eyes not toss enough twinkles for all around you to share? Was your infant laugh too unlike a trickling streamlet or wee silver chimes? Were your fingers not as soft as duckling down or sifting snow? Or were you too much in the way so someone tripped on your small form on her stairway to stellar pleasures? Did your tears drown out the music so that her dance steps went awry? Was your flesh not tender enough to stay on your growing bones but must dwindle unheeded to silent dust in a hollow and toyless shell? A small poem in memory of the 3/11 terrorist attacks in Spain.... ~*~Lament for Spain~*~ Spain is wounded like a little mother clubbed down by a fist of darkness her sisters stand about with drooping heads like helpless willows as she clutches her lifeless child in her arms, nothing in its face but blood and questions. Click on picture to see full sized. ~*~London Blasts~*~ ~written 7/7/05 in memory of the terrorist attack on the London station~ The world erupted in the midst of a city little worlds lay gasping all around hearts exploded one by one on the periphery of all warm doing. Each fragment bloomed into a star wished upon by lifted faces which sang riddles handed down from unending circles widening out of the flaming core of being. The enemy thirsting scratched his name on melted pavement then crouched in patient solitude listening for the crumbling of final hopes on which to feast, dreaming of fawning virgins circling as moths around a torch of eternal consummation. Written for an acquaintance who died of cervical cancer some years ago.... ~*~For Stephanie~*~ I hope when you closed your eyes on this dimension that what you saw was as shining and bright as a newly minted star or the eyes of a lover or the first smile of a baby. I hope it grew to the size of an angel and wrapped its arms around you and sang a song of welcome composed especially for you. I hope it extinguished the flames of pain and cooled your face with a kiss of gladness and filled your arms with flowers that were never meant for the altars of sorrow. This I wrote in 2001 in memory of my beloved cat Moonbeam, who was with me for 12 years.... ~*~Requiem for Moonie~*~ Today I put my sweet friend in the ground beside a white rosebush the chimes played lullabyes in the swaying breeze I wrapped her in the shimmering lame which I once used as a rainbowed sop to my own vanity it now embraces a much lovelier being. I laid a large stone I had decorated for my garden with slivers of colored glass in patterns that look like the dreams flowers have.... and as I stood over the tiny grave a large black swallowtail butterfly like a wonderful cinder from burning celestial blueness appeared in a gracious arabesque and I heard birds from all corners they are not her enemies now. All the earth has become her friend and from its verdant heart you will hear her silent purr. Index More poetry by Armariel can be read here: Armariel's Enchanted Realm The Antonio Banderas Garden of Dreams Delorita's Songbook