The poem "Wilted No More" begins a series that explores Grace's journey through various stages of adulthood, including love, marriage, and motherhoodโexperiences she has yet to encounter. It serves as a sequel to "The Wilted Rose." Despite her motherโs struggles with mental illness, Grace seeks a brighter future, distancing herself from her strict upbringing. The poem uses the rose as a metaphor for lifeโs beauty and pain, illustrating resilience amid hardships. Both the rose and Grace endure challenges but find strength and purpose in their existence, accepting nature's elements to flourish and thrive despite being vulnerable.
The Poetry of Love
This poem likens love to nature and music. Love, depicted as a timeless melody and blooming roses, transcends physical bounds. The verses convey unconditional love, intertwining emotions, thoughts, and touch.
Mirroring the beauty and pain of a rose to that of life – The Wilted Rose Book Part 17
Grace moves to Melbourne, leaving behind the chaos of her strict upbringing, in pursuit of love and happiness. She embraces a new life with Alex, mirroring the beauty and pain of a rose. The fragrant flower becomes a metaphor for her poem enduring hardships to bloom into fullness, just as she does.
A Perfect World – The Wilted Rose Book Part 5
Man and woman falling in love for the first time.
Hold Gently The Rose of Time
When we hold loosely The Rose of Time It falls out of our control due to our lack of a plan Time ticks on through interruptions Energy wanes from frustration. Hold gently The Rose of Time Admir its commanding splendour And its relentless perfection Accept time's methodical tone. A verse from my poem The Rose... Continue Reading →
The Rose of Time
This poem reflects on the significance of time through a metaphorical comparison with a rose. Rushing through life leads to missing precious moments, while holding time too tightly causes pain and chaos. Instead, she advocates for gently embracing time's methodical nature and choosing how to react to its passing.
The Wilted Rose Poet
My Story Part 2 At 30 years of age, I wrote my first poem about motherhood, after my first daughter was born. I hand wrote the short poem in a pretty card for my mum for Motherโs Day. I found that card while I was sorting through my mum's belongings, after she passed away. The... Continue Reading →