By J Ann Crowder
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.

Nelson D Reyes
over 4 yearsArtists 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.
Charlotte B. Williams
over 4 yearsVery deep.