Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Sonya Florentino Poems

161. It Doesn'T Take Much 4/28/2009
162. It Happens All The Time 1/28/2009
163. Knowing 7/20/2009
164. Last Refrain 1/10/2009
165. Last Song 2/21/2009
166. Legend In The Mirror (On Michael Jackson) 7/7/2009
167. Life-Lines 12/29/2008
168. Life's Turn 10/13/2009
169. Like Life 12/6/2008
170. Like Onion 2/27/2009
171. Like Sentries (Plus Tanka Version Dedicated To Nora Olmedo) 8/25/2009
172. Listen 12/15/2008
173. Loka-Loka (Mad) 1/18/2009
174. Love Hostage 4/13/2009
175. Madwoman 12/20/2008
176. Magic Happens 12/9/2008
177. Measuring Whales 1/7/2009
178. Metaphor 1/26/2009
179. Monster In Autumn 9/30/2009
180. Mother (No Less) 12/26/2008
181. Music Of The Stars 12/10/2008
182. My Muse 12/4/2008
183. Nesitette (To The Lost Child) 1/30/2009
184. Night Vision 7/28/2009
185. Nightfall (A Lullaby) 1/26/2009
186. No Crime But Punishment 11/14/2009
187. No More Poems, Alicia? No Mas? Never Ever, Alicia? Nunca Mas? 2/27/2009
188. No Ordinary Woman From Paraguay (On Alicia Nuncamas) 2/27/2009
189. Notes For Leaving 10/20/2009
190. Nothing 12/20/2008
191. Nothing Is Sacred 1/30/2009
192. Ode To Da Vinci 9/11/2010
193. Ode To Spring 1/18/2009
194. Ode To The Worm 2/28/2009
195. Open 12/12/2008
196. Past Midnight 12/14/2008
197. Pedestal 1/22/2009
198. Pocket 2/9/2009
199. Reading Trees 12/26/2008
200. Real Talk 7/7/2009
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!)

+ Winter's Chill

I still can't get used to the cold
It still chills me to the bone
No matter how thick my coat
Or how many winters I've known

It reminds me that I'm all alone
It reminds me that I'm far from home
It reminds me that I am getting old

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