Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Time Mover

I do not move in time
Time moves in me
Every decision I make
Touches lives of destiny

My greatness is discovered
Hidden in my deepest fears
As I face my demons
I rise above the movement of years

I am eternal
My connections are good and strong
People surround me on every side
They’ve become my part of celestial song

The nature of a mighty warrior
Is to take up a sword and fight
Identifying that the false battle
Is always about right/wrong, black/white

Written by Trudy Schrader 09-09-09

Note: Not one of my better poems, but the concept tweeks my buttons. The idea that there
are time movers that walk amongst us is profound.

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Beata Agustin June 29, 2023 at 2:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Trudy Schrader June 29, 2023 at 6:15 AM Thank you and all of Daddy God's heart to you.

Jay Narain June 28, 2023 at 9:44 AM Who said, it is not your best poem. I liked it. Welcome souper. Trudy Schrader June 28, 2023 at 2:43 PM I've been here a while, but this is the first time I have had money for membership.

Carol Sunshine Brown January 17, 2011 at 4:33 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Trudy. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors this year. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information about PoetrySoup. If you don't find what you are looking for ask any poet here. Everyone is willing to help. Love, Carol

Robert Pettit January 16, 2011 at 11:57 AM This entry is not that bad. You have decent descriptiveness and rhyming in this one. You have admitted this isn't one of your better poems. Let's see what you have called "better". Trudy Schrader June 28, 2023 at 2:42 PM My favorite is "I Will Not Stop For Grief." I was the making naked of my soul.