Bobbie Collins

She Blooms Softly Bobbie Collins

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