Fading Muse, by J Ann Crowder

J Ann Crowder

Fading Muse

By J Ann Crowder

Dear, exemplifier—nature’s wonder

Trellises hewn by a Bard’s colloquy

Colored in pearls and light’s infinity

Enamored by stardust—magic thunder

Forgotten tales’ spun charm, set asunder

Fading, choired Fey—a magic worldly

Gone, GONE!—spellbinding ruins thus ghostly

A fading Muse and convulsive shudder

At last, unshackled by wanton dreams’ hearts

Loosed in full play, dancing with indulgence

Riotous souls—wild wishes grappling stars

Unearthed courage dressed in thyme—truth imparts

Releasing passions of luminescence

Freeing nature’s truth—Utopian art

Describes the plight of an artist. The fading muse, or lost inspiration, sometimes dormant. We find the fading muse and write, paint, create. This is my first attemp at a Sonnet. Written July 12th, 2016.

Charlotte B. Williams

over 4 years

Very deep.

Francis

over 4 years

What a beautiful sonnet. I'm with Robert; I need to read it again to fully understand its meaning. In the meantime - Bravo!

Francis

over 4 years

@Jenifer Wilkinson Crowder: Many thanks :)

J Ann Crowder

over 4 years

@Francis: I accidentally just deleted all that. Oops. But, I'm glad you read it. Nelson interpreted it the way it was meant. But, like all poems, the reader is free to find their own meaning.

Robert L. Martin

over 4 years

It really moves. I have to read it a few more times to get the true meaning.

J Ann Crowder

over 4 years

Sometimes I like to make it a challenge for the reader. I now can say I have written a sonnet. I surprisingly really enjoyed moving out of my comfort zone! Writers on this site have inspired me to spread out a little more and try something new. Thank you Robert!

Nelson D Reyes

over 4 years

Artists are gifted with seeing things, events clearly. Artists are clairvoyant.
He/she is at once pragmatic and a utopian. That's why "...releasing passions of luminescence
freeing nature's truth" (clearly said), at the same time "dancing with indulgence...grappling
stars" (wow!). That's what artists do. Sad though that more often than not their works are laid
aside, fade away, seem fated to die..."Gone, GONE!". Only that we relish some "...hewn trellises
of colored pearls their riotous souls spun". You are one, Jenifer. I love you for it.

J Ann Crowder

over 4 years

Wow! You always reply with the most amazing words! You are very generous. Thank you Nelson! And likewise! You are an artist too. I enjoy receiving feedback from others who write poetry too.