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
undressing
you
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
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 ;)
You go girl! ! ! love this poems layers :) It has everything, subtle humor, sensitivity and a pinch of sensuality. Love it. Thank you for sharing.
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!
wow, short and subtle yet i realy enjoyed the whole idea behind it
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 distilled..so this is like a fine onion wine..(smile)
Sonya, a great unravelling of the self with infinite llayers. Loved it. CP
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
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 undressing you' very clever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice verse, subtle and clever it's also full of layered humour. Frank