Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Sonya Florentino Poems

121. By The Second Line 8/25/2009
122. By The Stove 3/13/2009
123. Cat Envy 1/7/2009
124. Coming Home April 8/11/2009
125. Cries The Wind Chimes 4/16/2010
126. Dead Stars 2/21/2009
127. Death On The Seashore (A Re-Post) 3/30/2009
128. Death Watch 2/9/2009
129. Deja Vu (A Prayer) 12/14/2008
130. Dial-Up Dialogue 1/21/2009
131. Dirty Secret 11/3/2009
132. Discovery Day 1/13/2009
133. Dog Trick #1 & #2 1/12/2009
134. Don'T Love You No More (Lyrics) 2/17/2009
135. Doors And Mirrors 11/14/2009
136. Dream Bed 6/1/2009
137. Dreaming Like Alice 12/15/2008
138. Earthbound 12/7/2008
139. Embrace 12/17/2008
140. Empty Fill 10/27/2009
141. Epiphany In Times Square 12/5/2008
142. Eros Error I Ii & Iii 2/2/2009
143. False God 2/15/2009
144. From Big To Small 1/21/2009
145. Ghost In The Afternoon 7/7/2009
146. Ghost Poem 1 & 2 9/14/2009
147. God Is Erotic (The Thief) 12/7/2008
148. Goddess Her 3/19/2009
149. Gold 12/17/2008
150. Good Start 4/28/2009
151. Goodbye Forever 12/9/2008
152. Grateful (Inspired By Julianne) 12/26/2008
153. Great Expectations 3/19/2009
154. Heartbeat 2/6/2009
155. His Black Is All Colors 9/21/2009
156. How Deep...How High... 1/1/2009
157. I Am My Poem 12/7/2008
158. I Suffer The Night 1/18/2009
159. If Love Can Be Like This (Lyrics) 2/2/2009
160. Invisible Backpack 2/17/2009
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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