She Blooms Softly

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