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Robert Eshelby
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Poem 17  Understanding

2/6/2022

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​I read my poem, ‘Desert Piece’, recently (see below), to try to remember the young me.  The poem felt so sad and desolate, that I felt I needed to redress the balance and write a poem of hope.  After all, failure at twenty-one doesn’t have to mean failure for ever! Actually, it made me doubly determined to carve my way and to create a curriculum vitae that was, at least, interesting.
 
In the fifty plus years that have passed since 1968, I have had many successes and not a few failures, and have learnt that in life you win some and you lose some!  With this in mind, I thought that I would use the Australian outback as a theme once again and find a real positive in its mystery and its contrasts, its rain forest and its deserts, its mountains and plains, its drab and its colour, its wet and its dry. Australia is a continent of stark differences.  There is life in the dry centre, where logic says that there should be none.  Bush fires destroy everything, but they also prompt the germination of new growth in a regenerative cycle that has taken place regularly over millennia.  When the monsoon-like rains finally fall on the centre, following years of drought, there is life a-plenty in its wake.  After the flood the desert becomes a sea of wildflowers.
 
Recently, thanks to global warming, there has been an excess of fire and flood in Australia, often arriving unexpectedly and causing heartbreak and disaster for its inhabitants, human or otherwise.  Traditionally, life goes on.  For me, the outback will always be a country where triumph and disaster go hand in hand.  It is a land of extremes, where people, animals and vegetation just keep going, riding the onslaughts, living their lives, and delighting in their unique environment.  Surely that is an image of optimism and worth a poem!
Dead Centre

There is hope in the centre,
in the dry, scorched desert,
In the dusty billabongs
and ancient mountain ranges,
there is life.
Rustling creatures, powdered red,
commute with industry,
prowl with intensity,
slither with certainty,

Kangaroo, wallaby,
bandicoot and lorikeet,
potaroo, dingo,
cockatoo and crocodile,
modelled by millennia,
mingle in the dreamtime,
Aussies to the core.

Too, there are people,
old as the hills, wise 
in their ways,
purposeful, confident,
who know their land,
share their sand,
understand.

And there are seeds.
Dusty pods,
underfoot and
under belly,
waiting for the ten-year rain
to slake their thirst.
Distant dreams,
suckled by the centre,
parched, inert,
patient, apart,
waiting,
pleading,
for the warm, wet wind of India
to flood the gravid floor,
ignite a desert fire.

Sturt’s rose and suncap,
dandelion and marigold,
king cup, poached eggs,
pussy tail and parrot pea
will blaze on damp earth,
and set the central sea
aflame with flower,
raging and roaring
like a blacksmith’s hearth.
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david
6/6/2022 02:42:39 pm

I was interested in these two poems because of the way they show your development as a poet and the improvement in your technique. your comments on leadership also intrigued me. I have never considered myself to be any sort of leader and yet I lead the largest group on the district council and when I lost my seat my deputy a senior military man told me how much he had admired the way I lead the group!!

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    I was born in England soon after the war. I moved , with my family to Australia in 1966, where I was a soldier (briefly), a public servant, an opera singer,  and an English teacher.
    I moved back to the UK after twelve years and, after singing with D'Oyly Carte Opera for two years, qualified as a social worker specialising in dementia care.
    ​  I've run St Cecilia Dementia Care for thirty-two years now.  I've sung lots of opera as an amateur in Dorset and took up the cornet and trumpet, for good measure, fifteen years ago.
      I am married to Ruth and have two children, two step-sons and four grand-children.  Ruth and I moved to The Vendee in France last year (2020). 
    ​I am an avid reader and
    I have written poetry throughout my life.  

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