Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

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I can't do it
My heart tries
But the bee
Is where my rose lies

The River flows
Giving life to all
But the snake
Is where my eyes fall

The snow offers joy
So many sledding on slopes
But the pending danger
Is where my hope ropes

...and I hang on for dear life

Life...that's a laugh
Where is living in dying
Try as I might, my system
Forbids access to what desire is buying

I press my pen against paper
Demanding it write out my joy
But it sighs and retracts
Sighting all effort as a ploy

My pen is right, there's no point
In writing about what I haven't known
I'm told a great harvest is coming
For the many good seeds I have sown

...and I wait in the patience my tent now holds

Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-30-2026

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Beryl Edmonds August 30, 2026 at 12:17 PM Trudy, I’m sure your heart will sing with joy, when the seeds you’ve sown are full grown… Beryl Trudy Schrader August 30, 2026 at 12:52 PM Thank you, Beryl. When it seems like time is against you and hope is thin, and your hanging on the last thread with your fingernails, it's tempting to let go. However, if I have done this much work, giving up is inconceivable. So I'm hanging on and taking one moment at a time.