I shared my poetry tonight,
Not all but some,
Bits of my lived experience
Torn from my heart by biro's
Point or keyboards clatter,
Poetry which has captured
The attention for good
And indeed for ill,
By a relatively small,
I may say or feel an entitled bunch,
But reaction is the purpose
Of a poem and without it
No verse is ever completed,
But in this case,
This blonde and beautiful
Critic there is no experience
Or feedback for specific words
Beyond a vague wondering
Which best would help
Her sleep