sunset tunnel


Bridge

sunset tunnel

end of world
planned pre-extinction
puzzled driver won’t return

no more ginger-filled
usual morning cup
postponed indefinitely

tears burned
evening light
white-fronted entryways

pleasure
slowly spilling
down ragging river

stretched pathway
leads to invariable demise
sunset tunnel

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Written for:

the imaginary garden with real toads

The Sunday Challenge ~ Featuring Kat Mortensen

Photo Credit: Kat Mortensen © 2012 of Poetikat

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About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on March 24, 2012, in imaginary garden with real toads and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Love the bridge image and the feeling of goimg to a place quite differnt with no return trip. Beautiful poem.

  2. Thank you for using my photo to create such a dramatic and lovely poem! I love the title and the way the verses feel like haiku but flow into each other. “down ragging river” is my favourite line.

    ~Kat

  3. great reading and great picture want to go for a walk

  4. You have created a very surreal feel in this piece – well suited to the image.

  5. a beautiful setting for such a painful ending…nice work…btw this is Susie from http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/

  6. The clipped style exactly fits the subject matter. Impressive.

  7. Beautifully done and delightfully chilling!

  8. lots going on here too… sorry about the mirror thing… I don’t look in one now days… it was probably an esteem thing… too bad you were part of it

  9. Not sure I would want to go down this sunset tunnel but it is very intriguing. I like the mysterious nature of this poem.

  10. Well now…..maybe if we hold hands when we cross, none of this will happen….if it does, apparently I will be buying the beer in hell. You cross first…scream once if it hurts…scream twice if its so freaky I wont be able to handle it…don’t scream at all and I won’t know what to do…damnit…I am the biggest chicken. Great write.

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