Moonlight sonata

The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision.
Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
― Jarod Kintz

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Moonlight Sonata

Again, his name scars the emeralds of the twilight,
relentlessly trimming the sunny crown of the mountains
and it doesn’t stop, sneaking, boisterously,
until the last blush on the sky grows dim.

I want to dig dauntlessly into the echo of crying eagles,
to rescue the moon and her colors toning down,
dying, she breathes, charging one final whisper,
Run! Run before you drown in his misty heart!

And how can I resist such music,
a cascade of honey and violins in love with
the black and white shadows of an inconsolable piano?
How can I tune out the metallic kiss of strings?

When the fire in his touch comes and crashes me
with a thousand vows, sinfully, beautifully broken rules
that walk in a gown of raindrops and rainbows, and
sweet drafts of spellbound glow. How?

I lost my name in the pungent licks of winds, once,
I gave up the scent of wild flowers, the art to smile,
and now, squeezing leftovers of intimacy and moonlight, I wish
I could bring back the sonata of his faraway love in my eyes.

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Inspired by Moonlight Sonata– E.S. Posthumus


Moonlight by Petr Kratochvil on


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


13 Responses to “Moonlight sonata”

  1. Olivia Says:

    Gasp!!! This one does it. How indeed… no I’m drunk in your words… sigh!
    hugs xoxoxo

  2. Jamie Dedes Says:

    It’s not only the words but such fitting cadence that makes this such an authentic piece. I’ve read it several times, love the sense of moving forward and stepping back, and then just getting lost. Finely executed, Blaga. Bravo!

    I do love Pete’s photographs. This is a lovely one.

    • Broken Sparkles Says:

      I used that public domain you once told me about free pictures, because I don’t have a Moon picture of my own, I like it very much too. As for the poem, I’m not sure if this is what I expected when I started writing it, but for now it won’t get any different, maybe I’ll try to edit it in a few weeks. I had something more dramatic in my mind :)

  3. Bluejellybeans Says:

    Is beautiful Blaga! Thanks for sharing your talent with us :)

  4. ladynimue Says:

    beautiful .. loved the whole setting .. almost like a musical ..

  5. dragonkatet Says:

    Wow, this is quite the poem! The image is lovely, too. That quote at the top made me smile. Who would think of the moon as melted mozzarella? :) Although, there is that old story about the moon being made of cheese…hmmm…

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