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 Sunday Challenge ~ Featuring Kat Mortensen
Photo Credit: Kat Mortensen © 2012 of Poetikat
Posted on March 24, 2012, in imaginary garden with real toads and tagged form poetry, imaginary garden with real toads, japanese forms, Kat Mortensen, light at the end of tunnel, Photography Prompt, prompted poetry, tunnel, walk into the light, Writing Prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
Love the bridge image and the feeling of goimg to a place quite differnt with no return trip. Beautiful poem.
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
thanks for putting up that amazing photo for inspiration.
great reading and great picture want to go for a walk
You have created a very surreal feel in this piece – well suited to the image.
a beautiful setting for such a painful ending…nice work…btw this is Susie from http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/
The clipped style exactly fits the subject matter. Impressive.
nice poem
wow. fatalistic!
Beautifully done and delightfully chilling!
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
Not sure I would want to go down this sunset tunnel but it is very intriguing. I like the mysterious nature of this poem.
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.