Well I wrote this at college today in the practical writing session. We were asked to look at this painting called Nighthawks by Edward Hooper and write something about it:-
One November night
All alone in a dimly lit bar
Sat watching a young couple
From a far
Sometimes their actions speaking
Great volumes
Wondering why they are here
So late at night,
So the lady in the corner smiles
Obviously very happy
Maybe its some special occasion,
Or some stunning ceremonious
evening of forgotten promises
When things have been left unsaid.
Thoughts crumbling around
Like great forbidden loves
Wide open spaces,
The void left by decaying
adversary broken hearts
All is lost in the avenues of time.
One day, maybe one day
hope can be renewed.
By Carole Farish
Sometimes I like to write. 
Wow Carole – that’s really good – I like it
So intimate yet epic…. ‘Thoughts crumbling around
Like great forbidden loves
Wide open spaces,’
I wrote a poem loosely based on the same themes.
http://shiningcityonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/09/06/red-wine-the-black-beret-by-n-williams-%C2%A9/