Sonya Florentino

(Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

# # # Lament in Silence


I could have moved him

If he could hear how loud

my heart was beating

I could have touched him

But he could not feel much

beyond his pale skin


I could have loved him

But he was blind and could not read

my broken lines

I went through the motions

Drowning in an ocean

A dead sea...

He kept on looking past me


© 2009 Sonya Florentino


with much thanks to Ronald Peat, a poet friend,
for guiding me through the deep end....

Submitted: Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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  • Laurie Hill (10/20/2009 1:19:00 PM)

    '' I could have loved him
    But he was blind and could not read ...my broken lines

    loved those lines....so very sad......... (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (10/20/2009 3:45:00 AM)

    I love this poem Sonya. The words run deep and I felt every line. It is true, sometimes there are some folks that do not connect with us, however much we wish it. His loss, I say. Great poem. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Shashendra Amalshan (10/17/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    This is a great moving write ma'am.. I loved the way you bring out emotions through your poems, this is very nice to read.. You kept the poignant aspect through out the poem..
    I was touched

    with love
    shan (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (10/13/2009 6:46:00 AM)

    Silence speaks a language all its own. Very
    poignant. I can feel your pain.

    Love,

    SandraX (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (10/13/2009 2:36:00 AM)

    sonya very welll written lines...a nd the deep ended part...thick with pain and longing

    this triangle that ever stretches like the cobweb.strands.....while we eternally strive for a parallel line and end up stretching and morphiong with it

    very nice lines
    cheers (Report) Reply

  • tom mc quade (10/11/2009 10:21:00 AM)

    ...how often what we are searching for and what we need (or whom) is what we before us, what is under our very noses existing in the 'blind spot' of our ability to recognize it..so frustrating to be looked at and not seen...listened to and not heard..the offer of love and kindness passing without notice..silent laments that know no validation....may you know brighter waters always sonya...and your poetry becomes the beautiful swimmer it is supposed to be :) :) :) tom (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (10/7/2009 6:31:00 AM)

    A disappointed love affair. Such poems not at all stir me at my age. You may read my 'Yours affectionately' just for a change. (Report) Reply

  • Rakesh Bedi (10/7/2009 1:03:00 AM)

    i think sonya, silence to be of two types; first is silent silence and second is disturbed silence....to me, this poem is a beautiful depiction of disturbed silence or i would say, shrieking silence.... (Report) Reply

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