Broken Sonnet

Poem Info
50 words
4.5
3.7k
0
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
Enithermon
Enithermon
1,049 Followers

It doesn't rain, anymore, in April.
March is still miserable.
At least, it is when the slush slumps down-
Intolerably grey-
Into the stooped, fallen sidewalk
Like milk sopped porridge;
Seeping around, through, and past
Re-vulcanized
Rubber and acrylic,
And warming
Between itching toes;
Pulling
The distant eye
Down.

Enithermon
Enithermon
1,049 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
2 Comments
Harry LegHarry Legabout 12 years ago
Wonderful

I loved this little gem. Excellent work.

sweeter_sensationssweeter_sensationsover 12 years ago
Moving

I read this poem at least twenty times, I love it, so real.