she blooms softly

<p>she blooms softly <br />bobbie collins </p><p>She was crazy about him… <br />but he pursued her friend… <br />who loved another to the <br />exclusion of their friendship… </p><p>The flower you seek says she’s taken <br />But hides quite a lot from my view <br />Tho close once we now are so different<br />She’s changed from the one that I knew </p><p>Mourning unrequited love… <br />as well as the loss of a girlfriend… <br />the author sought healing through <br />her steadfast “companion”… </p><p>The implement of my expression <br />Of thoughts that just could not be said <br />For always my notebook would listen <br />And into my verse then I fled </p><p>Expressing her aching… <br />she retraced her life journeys… <br />to mend her heart by revisiting <br />her verse spanning twenty years… </p><p>I started to write at age fifteen <br />On paper I poured out my soul <br />For then I had no one to share with <br />And thus all my words I’d inscroll </p><p>Weaving her free verse with <br />precise rhyming trimeter quatrains… <br />her “poetic autobiography” <br />then languished in seclusion… </p><p>I write this as if it were to you <br />But all that I write is for me <br />If you hear these words it won’t matter <br />The writing of them sets them free<br />Refocusing her life now...<br />she shares glimpses into her soul...<br />as her free verse evolves from <br />dark raw teenage immaturity… <br />no one <br />i am nothing </p><p>…through exulting with nature’s metaphors and seasons of imagery... <br />amidst the trees <br />cottoned with snow <br />a flower blooms <br />alone <br />in the hushed wilderness… <br />blossoms faded <br />yet radiant <br />against the bleak whiteness <br />of winter… <br />vibrant color <br />against the harsh blackness <br />of naked trees</p>