Ethereal Harpist

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Ethereal harpist my soul you caress infusing my tune with a sweet happiness. Gently you pluck at the strings of my heart giving my song a new meaningful part. I seek you in darkness beyond what is real and cling to the ways your soft touch makes me feel. I hold to you tightly and wait for the night where fantasy reigns over all that is right. I dream of the comfortable warmth of your arms enchanted by trinkets of heartwarming charms. Words on a page cutting right to my soul filling my emptiness making me whole. Each of your words like a soft gentle kiss remind me of life's simple pleasures I miss In such sweet surrender with you I could live for you know not to take till I'm begging to give. Ethereal harpist caressing my soul playing my heart to the measure of whole A lifetime of emptiness left for to deem to wake up and find you are only a dream. -Jeannie Cronin

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Line Gauthier

Date: 2/11/2021 2:52:00 PM

A pleasure to find your beautiful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Jeannie~

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 2/12/2021 10:17:00 AM

Thank you

Winged Warrior

Date: 3/8/2016 9:21:00 PM

Ah such sweet music "caressing my soul"...beautifully written Jeannie...thumps up...(:^WW^:)

Winged Warrior
Date: 3/8/2016 10:04:00 PM

Your very welcome Jeannie...pointer #1. You my dear are already a master of words, a wizard of the verse, a magician of the pen...now all we have to do is... watch the show...curtains lol...your friend...(:^WW^:)

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 3/8/2016 9:53:00 PM

Thank you, WW. I appreciate you stopping in and taking the time to read. Maybe I will write as well as you someday. Always open to pointers.

John Fleming

Date: 3/6/2016 3:28:00 PM

Very nicely penned, Jeannie...A real pleasure to read! Beautifully flowing lines...All rather quite enchanting! My best regards! :) john P.s A Seven.

John Fleming
Date: 3/7/2016 9:30:00 AM

Yes indeed: Thee intangible movers...and interconnectedness of it all! The master puppeteer who pulls on the invisible strings. What prompts us to sense something that is beyond words...Who knows? But perhaps that is why we are poets: Eternally damned to grasp in futile hopelessness at the inextricable...whilst trying desperately to fashion the words! My very best regards, Jeannie! :) john

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 3/6/2016 4:11:00 PM

Thank you, John. It was an attempt to express how and what moves me in the hopes that someone might connect. Questions for which we don't always get the answers to when we bear our souls to the great cyber void.

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/6/2016 3:07:00 PM

Jeannie, this is really an exceptional write. Very heartfelt emotive poem. Flows and rhymes very well, with deep sexual undertones. A7 Keep writing, please!

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 3/6/2016 4:03:00 PM

Thank you, Daniel. Your opinion carries much weight for me. I'm really glad you like this one.

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 3/6/2016 2:58:00 PM

this is music to my ears and eyes Jeannie, the harp's my fav classical instrument too. This is such a lovely piece as it glides along so well with lovely rhyme and can just imagine sitting listening to the harp's sweet tones, thanks for sharing!

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 3/6/2016 3:54:00 PM

Thank you, Gordon. So glad you appreciate the depth. Always feel uplifted by your visits and encouraging comments.