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Sonya Florentino

(Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Like Onion

Like onion skin

My skin

Layer upon layer

But thin

You can peel me

But ever so slowly

You will cry

I am sorry

But if it's any consolation

I am crying too

For you are finally seeing me

while I'm



© 2009 Sonya Florentino

Submitted: Friday, February 27, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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  • Patti Masterman (9/25/2009 11:47:00 PM)

    This is so clever- really! One of the most clever endearing poems ever. So I am not surprised that it was written by you; sometimes all the talent boils itself into a single thing, like it is being this is like a fine onion wine..(smile) (Report) Reply

  • William Lindenmuth (8/25/2009 8:29:00 AM)

    like a search for self, you peel each layer discovering all that you are until you reach the core of your existence. you tend you garden well with words and you continue to grow as a writer (Report) Reply

  • Lillian Thomas (8/21/2009 9:39:00 PM)

    A very nice poem, Sonya! The metaphor of an onion you turn almost inside out in the last few lines:

    'For you are finally seeing me

    while I'm



    very clever! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Jarvis (6/27/2009 4:39:00 PM)

    Beautifully crafted layers of sentiment ending with a wry wink. This poem puts me in mind of Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy - onions rule! ! S ;) (Report) Reply

  • Duh Huh (6/19/2009 11:38:00 PM)

    You go girl! ! ! love this poems layers :) It has everything, subtle humor, sensitivity and a pinch of sensuality. Love it. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Melanie Walendowsky Baker (5/7/2009 10:43:00 PM)

    Thanks for recommending this to me. But once again, you've shown yourself to be more courageous than me. Don't know if I'm capable of allowing anyone to peel away my layers. Lovely, though, really thought-out and honest, as always with your works. I loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (2/28/2009 4:59:00 PM)

    Very provocative, An original mind is definately at work here.
    Excellent use of simile and imagery.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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