Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Sonya Florentino Poems

1. # Home (A Nightmare Named Desire) 12/5/2008
2. Earthbound 12/7/2008
3. U R God (The Appointed) 12/8/2008
4. Return Trip 12/8/2008
5. ~ Unconditional 12/10/2008
6. The Writer 12/11/2008
7. Deja Vu (A Prayer) 12/14/2008
8. Madwoman 12/20/2008
9. Nothing 12/20/2008
10. Grateful (Inspired By Julianne) 12/26/2008
11. Mother (No Less) 12/26/2008
12. Reading Trees 12/26/2008
13. This Little Madness 12/14/2008
14. Ami~tala~tess (To My Three Nieces) 1/1/2009
15. Umbilical 1/4/2009
16. Last Refrain 1/10/2009
17. # Premonition 1/10/2009
18. Abby Normal 1/12/2009
19. Measuring Whales 1/7/2009
20. Unmasked Angel (For My Father) 1/17/2009
21. Loka-Loka (Mad) 1/18/2009
22. Discovery Day 1/13/2009
23. Dial-Up Dialogue 1/21/2009
24. From Big To Small 1/21/2009
25. Accidental 1/22/2009
26. Almost 1/22/2009
27. The Look 1/24/2009
28. # # The Secret 1/24/2009
29. Twin Wish 1/24/2009
30. What For Why 1/24/2009
31. Restless 1/28/2009
32. It Happens All The Time 1/28/2009
33. Nesitette (To The Lost Child) 1/30/2009
34. Nothing Is Sacred 1/30/2009
35. Second Dance 1/26/2009
36. Eros Error I Ii & Iii 2/2/2009
37. If Love Can Be Like This (Lyrics) 2/2/2009
38. Ang Pagbabalik (Return Trip) 2/15/2009
39. False God 2/15/2009
40. Death Watch 2/9/2009
Best Poem of Sonya Florentino

# # A Sudden Turn (With Haiku Version - My Very First!)

A SUDDEN TURN (original version)

a fish darts forward

as water lilies re-arrange in the water

centered, in the moment


til it once again flits by

or a bird swoops down as suddenly

from the sky


© 2009 Sonya Florentino


A SUDDEN TURN (Haiku version)

a fish darts forward

water lilies re-arrange

space in the water


moment unbroken

til fish again flits by, or

bird swoops down from high


© 2009 Sonya Florentino

Read the full of # # A Sudden Turn (With Haiku Version - My Very First!)

My Muse

My muse is not a lady
My muse is a man
My muse is a man who haunts me

My muse is not a woman
Whom I would understand
My muse is a man who torments me

My muse is not a she
For she would set me free
My muse is a man who's possessed me

My muse is not imaginary
My muse is a man
As real - as tortured as I am

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