I had an idea for a poem yesterday and I have partly forgotten it, which probably means it's not quite yet ready to be written. No doubt it will come back to me.

So, I sat here thinking what the hell can I write. I remembered a conversation with Spider last night over msn and this is partly where the following comes from.

It's an intention play with rhyme as an excerise, something I haven't done for a while.

Insomnia

Silent she sleeps with her eyes open,
weeps on thoughts and fear,
tosses from ear to ear,
fights the sheets with fists and feet.