Top Entrecard Droppers

First of all let me thank each of you for stopping by and supporting my experiment. I know i fell woefully short of a poem a day but I still have that goal in mind and in June will move forward with it.

I just wanted to say thank you to my top droppers for this month. You entrecard peoples have been a delight.. I have met so many wonderful new friends with such great words of wisdom, humor and compassion. I wanted to say thanks for stopping by.. below are my top droppers for the month of May

Dropper	# of drops
1 Blog and 2 Sides	23
My Heart Voice	22
Richard's Journal	22
Lola's Diner	22
Tech-Blog	18
Confessions of a Psychotic Housewife	18
Duck and Wheel With String	18
Poetic Shutterbug	18
Learning How To Make Money Online	18
Cinnamon Spice & Everything Nice	17

So while you are off gallivanting through the internet, visiting your daily blogs, take the time to stop and check out these lovely blogs..

Thank you all so very much

Shauni

Love is Like the Rain

Love is like the rain
it comes in all ways
flowing around us
It can be like
the thunderstorm
sweeping in and thrilling us
creating lightening
quickening fast
and just as quickly moving on
It can be a steady drizzle
we are not even sure it is there
until it has steeped into us
giving us a chill
but me, I prefer
the summer rain
a soft gentle rain
quenching the earth
and offering lifegiving water
nurturing the crops
bringing forth the fall harvest
yes, I prefer that love
that builds slowly
gently nurturing the heart
until finally it bursts forth
in full bloom
ready to be shared..

© Shauni

Despair no More

emerging from the
depths of despair
an ever increasing climb
plodding forth
the eternal stairs
one single step at a time
each moment bringing
a flicker of light
to the never ending darkness
each challenge won
a triumph indeed
a sign of weakness undone
no promise of tomorrow
rather a hope for today
the task not to finish
but to continue
God's miracles coming
not in the grand gestures
but the signs of life
along the way
the rewards coming
in the single joy
of focusing on another
the struggle is tiring
the spirit flounders
yet with the end of each day
a flicker of hope
shines through..
the darkness brightens
the dawn awaits..

© Shauni

Hope

one day a woman sat
old and bent with age
having led a life of
adventure and challenge
or maybe just simply one of joy..
the young men came
what is hope they asked
is it there? can we see it?
she smiled through
parched and wrinkled lips
hope is the beauty of the sunrise
the promise of tomorrow
hope is the first breath
you take in the morning
and the last one at night
hope is a newborn baby
and a very old man
hope is eternal
it can not be defined
it just is
it shines forth
a beacon into the darkness
bringing us from the pits of despair
and allowing us the ability
to start again.
in short.. hope is life

© Shauni

Despair

there are times
when we rejoice
in the light
we revel in the dance
we needn't dream
because the dream is now
then there are times
when life just wins
when the world closes
in around us
when we feel alone
and abandoned
there are times when
money is tight
food is short
and hope is sparse
there are times
when dreaming of
walking away
is the sole reason
for dreaming at all
it is in these times
when you discover
what you are
where you belong
and what love is

© Shauni

Trapped

Trapped between what is
and what could be
what I am
and what I should be
Little girl lost
wandering alone
forever in doubt
gifts were given
promises made
and yet I stand here
wondering
where does it begin
where does it end
when does the promise
of tomorrow come in

© Shauni

A Faery Dance

she rises from the mists..
nephrite emerging from the seas
a sensual delight
a promise of what could be

each movement an invitation
a silent offering beckoning you in
the light of the moon
caressing alabaster skin

the sounds of the night
creating a song
for the fairy sprite
to dance along

alone in the clearing
tiny feet do fly
her dance a tribute
to the midnight sky

slender arms reach high
searching for the light
beseeching the gods
this creature of the night

the whirling twirling dervish
a ritual of the dance
a pagan offering
a prayer perchance

and so she flies
alone in the mist
a twirl, a swirl
a dance a twist

tossing back her head
letting laughter soar
a musical sound
a valient roar..

what promise is this
this pagan delight
this one small dancer
a decadent sight

alone in the mist
she dances
a promise of hope
of tomorrows chances

she dances until the
evening ends
returning to the mist
tomorrow to dance again

© Shauni

every now and then I like to try something different..