Trevor Toews

Rookie - 0 Points (02/16/82 / Neilburg, SK Canada)

Trevor Toews Poems

1. Troublesome Guy 11/27/2012
2. Tied To A Post 11/27/2012
3. The Solution 11/27/2012
4. The Coming Of The Spring 11/27/2012
5. First Step 11/27/2012
6. Pardon! 11/27/2012
7. Turning Thirty 12/16/2012
8. Write! 1/14/2013
9. Distance 5/23/2013
10. The Journey For Each 5/25/2013
11. My Day 5/25/2013
12. Rocks 5/25/2013
13. I Will Be Ready 5/29/2013
14. When It's All So Good 5/30/2013
15. Martyr's Bliss 9/4/2013
16. Either Way 9/4/2013
17. Only One Door 9/4/2013
18. Ciao Bella 9/5/2013
19. I Leave The Words To You 9/5/2013
20. A Universal Sign 9/5/2013
21. When I Arrive 5/30/2013
22. Time For Tears 9/19/2013
23. On The Upside 9/19/2013
24. The Way It Is 9/24/2013
25. My Spring 11/27/2012
26. Wedges 11/27/2012
27. Peter's Puzzle 11/27/2012
28. What He Wrote In The Dust 11/27/2012
29. A Place To Rest 10/27/2013
30. Everyone Is Home 10/27/2013
31. Context 12/18/2014
32. To Neilburg 12/18/2014
33. What We Miss 7/21/2013
34. This Afternoon 12/18/2014
35. Walls And Weight And A Wake 12/18/2014
36. Scratch 12/18/2014
37. The Ifs Of My Life 12/18/2014
38. Trash Or Treasure 12/18/2014
39. Mind The Space 10/27/2013
40. The Guardian 12/18/2014
Best Poem of Trevor Toews

Clockwise

The world is turning clockwise,
and the ticking doesn't stop.
The rigid hands, like marching bands,
move forward round the clock.

And desperate backward snatches,
yield nothing in my grasp.
The rolling hearse has no reverse,
that bears away the past.

I'd like to live them over,
those sets of circumstance
When, called to rise and mobilize,
I left it all to chance.

I'd like to seize and salvage,
quick words that I have said,
And in their place, to have the grace,
for kinder ones instead.

The aura of the moment
I failed ...

Read the full of Clockwise

Clockwise

The world is turning clockwise,
and the ticking doesn't stop.
The rigid hands, like marching bands,
move forward round the clock.

And desperate backward snatches,
yield nothing in my grasp.
The rolling hearse has no reverse,
that bears away the past.

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