Jeannie Cronin Poet Rhyme

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Ethereal Harpist

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 February 11, 2021 at 2:52 PM A pleasure to find your beautiful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Jeannie~ Jeannie Cronin February 12, 2021 at 10:17 AM Thank you

Winged Warrior March 8, 2016 at 9:21 PM Ah such sweet music "caressing my soul"...beautifully written Jeannie...thumps up...(:^WW^:) Winged Warrior March 8, 2016 at 10:04 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 March 8, 2016 at 9:53 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 March 6, 2016 at 3:28 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 March 7, 2016 at 9:30 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 March 6, 2016 at 4:11 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 March 6, 2016 at 3:07 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 March 6, 2016 at 4:03 PM Thank you, Daniel. Your opinion carries much weight for me. I'm really glad you like this one.

Gordon Mcconnell March 6, 2016 at 2:58 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 March 6, 2016 at 3:54 PM Thank you, Gordon. So glad you appreciate the depth. Always feel uplifted by your visits and encouraging comments.