Trestles Poems | Examples

Tonight I write of righting

Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon

Out of the Night's Cloak

“The mind trestles the bridge to redemption.”
               – Thompson Emate

When night falls,
Sounds come from stalls
piercing through the tranquil night,
We seek for light.

The night awakens the eerie,
The ambience is dark and dreary,
We hear footsteps and see shadows,
The uncanny lurks outside our windows.

A bridge needs crossing when redemption sits on the other side,
From the sinister night, we cannot hide,
We prop feeble hope,
Even as the night takes us down a slope.

The night opens its door,
Strangers come out of the store,
We’re not cowed,
Our fears have been floored.


October 4, 2024.

Tonight I write of righting

Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon

Three Legged Table

I am three legged,
I am balanced,
It’s a mystery,
I sit in a dim-lit room.

I bear the sage's books,
Where he scripts his thoughts,
The monsters that stare through his window,
The gloom that pervades the meadow.

I am three legged,
The unseen pivots me,
The unknown trestles me,
I'm in a library of the deep.

I am a door into the day,
Prop and support along the way,
The sage takes off on my plane,
Nightfall embraces me.


October 28, 2023.

Nine Shorts - Hana, Dul, Set

Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.


Roman
Crimson red and blinding gold
Balanced upon ber small head.
Blonde hair cascades from beneath
In trestles of tight curls.
She leads her troops around ancient streets,
With a smile as bright as the rays
Of the almighty Sol's coronet.
Her lips uttered words of old
That soon resigned to memory.



Hong Kong
The humidity of warm daytime
Gives way to icy harbor air of nighttime.
Man-made neon dances on the water's surface
While natural moonlight seems to target her,
Illuminates her.
Tsim Sha Tsui's streets are hectic,
But its back alleys provide shelter,
And shaved ice with its sweet, milky taste,
Melts on her tired tongue.

Zephyr

We walk through the meadow,
In the twilight shadow,
Along nature's way,
We'd see Hope’s ray.

A gentle breeze blows,
It sweeps across the meadow rows,
It still the tempest 
that troubles like a pest.

It brings us to a room,
In the ambience of nature's bloom,
Where gloom does not spread its tentacles,
We stand on zen pinnacles.

Nature’s gentle breeze,
No mortal hands can seize,
A treasured gift,
To the souls that it trestles and lift.



May 15, 2023.

Yesterday

The clock heralds midnight,
Yesterday has dimmed its light,
Its troubles chauffeured past,
Hopeful lights are cast.

Every day casts its dice.
I sojourn paying the price,
I'm awakened to a new day,
Grateful for the trestles that bore yesterday.

A mirror of myself,
The archives on my shelf, 
Yesterday added a book,
I wonder as I look.

Who had seen yesterday’s lane?
Who had envisaged the course of its rain?
Dawn opened the door,
I was faced with an unyielding claw.



May 6, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'Y' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.

Phoenix Column

The Phoenix Column was invented 
And patented in 1862 by Samuel Reeves,
Vice President of Phoenix Iron Works.
It consisted of sections of rolled, 
Flanged wrought iron, riveted together,
Creating a hollow structural column
That was lightweight, but strong. 
It enabled the Phoenix Bridge Company, 
An affiliate of Phoenix Iron Works,
To design structures that set world records 
For vertical height and distance spanned.
They built Phoenix Column bridges, trestles, and such
All over the United States and all over the world.
Until the day they didn’t anymore.

Eventually, everything changes.
The Phoenix column was made obsolete
By the steel I-beam, which is easier, 
And cheaper to manufacture. 
Foreign competition took its toll.
Phoenix Bridge Company and Phoenix Iron Works
Both went out of business.
Condos now fill the space where 
The open hearths and rolling mills once stood. 
But the history remains.
And I consider the fact, with no small sense of irony,
That I compare myself to a Phoenix Column.
I'm lightweight and strong, but hollow inside,
And well along to being obsolete.

My Faint Ray of Sun

Like the faint ray of sun on an autumn day,
Thou alluring Josephus, bring all my warmth.
Trestles on trees crunch while the birds play;
And all the stars sparkle as if it was the fourth.

Crossing paths with displeasing actions,
Worrisome over my fleeting hereafter,
You are the calming force of my interactions.
The gracious beauty of mine rejoices in laughter.

Till the very day of our sweet encounter,
You’ll give every kiss through our 4 grand miles.
Every second that tick is worth all your smiles.
Infatuating more than our hearts portray,
Like the faint ray of sun on an autumn day.

First

She misted into the bar
and stood blinking in the neon wash
Her gaze meandering
over tribal councils
of youthful conquest and conflicts.
Curled trestles of burnt blonde
hair framed her naivety.
Greenest eyes with hints of jealous dragon scales.
Red satin shirt worshipped her shape
and time stole her space
The murmurs of mirth
and sated thirst
could not daunt my gaze
From a tortured corner
a group of amazonian's
poured over a beer soaked table
a voice chipped the silence
"Susan.over here"
The slightest smile burned upon her face.
She shimmered by my table
to take her place within the gaggle of shadows
Eyes devoured her as she made her way
Unwanted advances spurned
Gigolos and gents rebuked
As the night unfurled my thoughts
could not erase that moment
played and savoured more
Night had stole the night
as orders were refused
Watched her group fit their armour
and re-attach high heels.
In the midst of drunken laughs
and squeals
And as her hand pushed the exit door
I stood and voice pardoned words
"Susan"
her hesitation turned to turn
and unfamiliar eyes met hers
"See you later"
My impertinence produced the slightest grin
and a moment shy of sin

Into the North

~~

Into the heart of Canada on a winter journey,
     On the northern steam train to James Bay;
A scenic tour with a dining car and sleeping beds,
             I steamed through glacial peaks and fir trees.

Past snow covered fields and across bridges,
     High on breathtaking deep canyon trestles;
Slowly up steep slopes and around sharp curves,
            Past rolling hills and deep, dangerous ravines.

Along frozen streams and watchful wildlife,
     Into an underground tunnel that was so dark;
Great the rushing waters of a river over worn rocks,
             We plunged into a canyon floor and up again.

And we glided to a stop with the steam blowing,
    Into the blue sky of James Bay, Ontario, Canada;
I stood there in total bliss and awe with my excursion,
              Excited I could not wait for the return journey.


___________________________
January 20, 2015


Poetry/Verse/Into The North
Copyright Protected, ID 01-634-694-20
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France


For the Premier contest, Railway Journeys, 
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 02/2015

Third Place

Impressions

I can remember as a child
thinking then, snows were very deep,
that train trestles could touch the sky
and dad stood at least ten feet high.
With little legs standing in snow
Like twin stalagmites stacked and cold
certainly seemed deep, in my eyes.
Same could be said for train trestles;
Standing beneath them looking up,
It wasn’t hard to imagine
them touching that enormous sky.
Today standing somewhat stooped,
my octogenarian dad
remains that giant in my eyes.

Tied To the Train Tacks

Tell me that you think I'm Special,
While I'm hog-tied to the trestles
As I await the train to crush my pain-
Too many Demons have I wrestled!

Loaded

I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.

I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught

I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia

Shifting Gale

Pan to the open door in the sky 
Mother Nature's afterthought 
Calming tufts of dawning light 
Beating the grays, calming the night 

Resting piles of eerie stone 
Days of past gone terribly wrong 
If your lies make truths in fact 
Fall into the midnight's pact 
To become one with the sun 
You'll find you're not the only one 

Trestles suspend from worn ground 
Supporting the weight of this entire town 
Let's get out 
While we still can 
Daylight is all I need 
To bound apart a burgeoning seed 
In the wild, where it will be 
Built of Mother Nature's altered dreams 

In a state of mind meant to depart 
The journey of a world-weary heart begins

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