
© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017

© irene waters 2017
Perfect rose blooms
Burnt,Battered, Water wavering,
Still beauty: wild wind
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Lovely poem, gorgeous photos of roses. They have such variety – only wish you could embed their fragrance.
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Thanks. Yes it’d have to be a mighty wind to blow the essence that far….
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I love roses. I know it’s cliche but I do. Lovely poem.
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I don’t know how anybody could not love roses. Thanks.
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Beautiful, Irene. I wouldn’t want to be standing downwind of the fountain!
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It looks gorgeous, and perhaps it’s just my imagination, but I can smell rose petals on the wind.
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You can Charli. Old world roses that have strong, beautiful scents making the air heavy despite the wind.
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