I think you accomplished that!

It's been awhile,but I came up with this the other day,can you see Ioan in it??? It's called: GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT-----------------------------At Masquerade Ball/A majestic figure stands/Atop the staircase.////////All eyes suddenly/Turn to watch as he descends/Each step,with grace,style.////////Each female heart and/Eyelash begin to ftutter/For one glance from him.////////Silently behind/Her,in his midnight blue mask/He walks to her side.////////Now,he takes her hands,/And bowing from the waist,he/Kisses fingertips.////////There is merriment/In his eyes,as he enjoys/Toying with the crowd.////////They know not his name,/And they are mesmerized by/His shameless boldness!////////"He has presented/Himself to the Lady of/The Host of us all!!"////////"....Look how he touches/Her---Whispers in her ear,...now,look..."/He kisses her cheek!!"////////"How scandalous! How/Wicked! How dare he be so/Bold?! This is outrage!"////////But still,the handsome/Stranger dances on with her!/Head thrown back to laugh.////////And,on it goes all/Evening. The gossip and the/Sneers./But little do they know at all..../'Tis her BROTHER,--from Algiers!

One more---------Ioan,I see you plainly!------------- NOT AN ORDINARY DAY-------------- Autumn leaves falling,/Little,swirling jets on wing,/They walk 'cross Campus.////////The belltower clock/Wistfully striking eight chimes./They groan,and walk on.////////The morning air nips,/And class starts in half-an-hour./Not much time alone.////////Her hand is so cold,/And his wrapped around it feels/So strong,and so warm.////////Their last year of school,/Eight more months,then WHAT to do?/He knows a secret.////////"Walk faster!" she says,/"I'm freezing!" Breath in white puffs./She pulls his coat sleeve.////////He smiles to himself;/He knows how his heart feels now,/And he must ask her.////////"Honey,I. . ." (They stop.)/". . .Know this isn't romantic. . ./. . .But,I love you,and..."////////He puts the ring in/Her hand and,looking squarely/At her, "Marry me?"////////The day had come now!/She'd known it would;her heart leapt./Trying to stay calm. . .////////"Oh,Sweetheart!. . .yes,. . .YEEESSS!!"/Her eyes glistening with tears,/Happy,joyous tears.////////They skipped class that day./Somehow,"English Lit" didn't/Seem so important.

Oh so nice to see you writing again, Ship. I love them both and yes I get the vision. Beautifully done!

Sweet, Matie! Very sweet! :cool:

~~~~~~THE NEED ------ Blank canvas staring/ Back at him as he picks up/ Palette,knife,...slowly. ~~~~~~~~ Trusting his muse to/ Sow seeds of inspiration/ Abundantly,...NOW. ~~~~~~~~ Shall some dark image/ From his recent tortured past/ Come to haunt him here? ~~~~~~~~ He runs his fingers/ Through his unkempt curls...and sighs,../ Time to paint fleets by! ~~~~~~~~ At steady pace he/ Loads his brush and births the first/ Stroke. His muse whispers. ~~~~~~~~ The next....then,the third.../ Lovingly,tenderly he/ Becomes one with it. ~~~~~~~~ A hot fire builds in/ His eyes,and he knows that this/ Will be his triumph! ~~~~~~~~ ...Yes! "THE ONE"..."THE BEST"!/ The complete...over-the-top.../ ..."Mirror Of The Soul"... ~~~~~~~~ And though we'll never/ Know his fate,or come to know/ The secret of the canvas--- ~~~~~~~~ ---We may understand/ Only in part,his passion,/ Drive,need,flair,and LOVE/ Of creating.

~~~~~~~~ THE GIFT ------------ "Thought you might like this,"/ He grins,pulling out a box/ From behind his back. ~~~~~~~~ "Huh? What's THIS?" She asks./ "It's not my birthday...what's up?"/ Skepticism drips. ~~~~~~~~ "Nothing,Darling,I/ Just saw it in a shop and/ I bought it for you./ That's all!" ~~~~~~~~ Inside the box is/ A bracelet,with a tiny/ Knight upon his horse!! ~~~~~~~~ " 'Always want to be/ Like him in your heart,My Dear,"/ He says,and hugs her. ~~~~~~~~ "YOU will always be/ My total CHARM-er, Sweetheart!/ Thank you, I love you!" ************ In following years,/ More charms bedecked the bracelet:/ A Christmas snowflake, ~~~~~~~~ Two swans - Forever,/ A heart - for Valentine's Day,/ A wishbone - for Dreams. ~~~~~~~~ And 'Sir Knight' never/ Forgot to remember his/ Beautiful Damsel! Happily ever after......

~~~~~~~~ A BEDTIME STORY ---------- The four-year-old/ Crawls up into her weary/ Father's lap and says: ~~~~~~~~ "Wead to me,Dad-dee--"/ And hands him a book opened/ To a much-read page. ~~~~~~~~ They 'wead' of castles,/ Of princesses,of queens,and/ Kings. Of mermaids and ... ~~~~~~~~ ...Dragons,and princes/ Who rescue fair maidens and/ Marry them one day! ~~~~~~~~ They giggle and laugh/ As Daddy's voice well-becomes/ Ev'ry character! ~~~~~~~~ "You're silly," she says./ "Oh NO, I'm NOT!!" he laughs,/ (Gently picking her up.) ~~~~~~~~ "Bedtime now,Honey..."/ And,despite pro-*test*-('")s,she climbs/ Into bed, smiling. ~~~~~~~~ Soon she sleeps and dreams..../ Of castles,and kings,and queens./ And Daddy begins --- To snore on the couch,/ With his head in Mommy's lap!

Deliciously dark, Matie! I love it. You have inspired me once again.... Do not stir too quickly, do not disturb the muse That flows across his perfect skin. Follow as it whispers through his sleeping curls, Across the unseen, dreaming eyes To enter the mind it dwells within. Let it now awaken gently, thoughts of love And light so softly in that place That warm and secret place where all lie harboured Safe, awaiting morning's duty call To write its joy upon his face.

Oooooooo,LIKE that,my dear,VERY much!!!!! Well done indeed. You're hot today, aren't you? (Especially like the lines -----3,4,and 5 -- very nice!)

It was your 'unkempt curls' that did it, Matie! :wink:

I enjoyed the efforts of both of you ladies. Very visual and inspiring. I want to go write or paint or something else. Alas! I'm off to work soon.