Saturday, November 28, 2015

Across the gibber plains


I look far to the naked hills
Across the stony gibber plains
It's winter but the day is hot
Sharp is the focus of my sight
But clarity's now drowned by sweat
The many flies in this wilderness
Wanting shade inside my felt hat
There's no river to quench my thirst 
And no breeze to cool my hot brow
First explorers hopes here were dashed
That longed to find an inland sea
They found nothing in this dead world
But they were wrong as they can be
Birds wings fluttered and creatures crawled
Where men so often fear to tread
Emus, Kites, Gibberbirds, Dingos too
You'll find them stalking for smaller prey
Geckos, desert mice and snakes galore
Humans too when they've lost their way




Image top found at www.travelling-australia.com
Image bottom found at www.jenniferspryausbirding.blogspot.com





32 comments:

  1. An experience to find your way across the desert... Maybe you can trace your way with songlines.. If not an inland sea, at least some water could have been found.

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  2. I looked up gibberbird and now I wish I could be there in that desert to see it...

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  3. You bring back memories - but luckily I didn't get lost out there.

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  4. Ah, there is so much living in the desert, but it takes special eyes to see these creatures. I think they have to be among the smartest creatures to survive that kind of climate.

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  5. This is the place of nightmares for sure...and love the phrase gibber plains...

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  6. you've beautifully described another face of our Mother Earth...rough, dry and yet full of life....

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  7. Humankind is just as vulnerable when the chips are down. Our mental capacity and strength are of no match when physical strength of lesser animals use their given strength and prowess against us! The environment does not offer much protection either given the circumstances!

    Hank

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  8. you paint the arid barren new earth very vividly
    this line for me resonates your theme sharply
    "First explorers hopes here were dashed"

    have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  9. The nearest thing to a wilderness I've got is the local park where the explorers are screaming kids, the creatures are barking dogs and the birds are shrieking seagulls. Today it's cold, very cold. It could be worse though I guess!

    Visit Keith's Ramblings!

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  10. An great word picture of the wild

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  11. I LOVE this post with its wonderful descriptions of the "gibber plains", and the revelation of all the wildlife that survives there. Enjoyed every word and line. And the photos!

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  12. The 'cradle of creation' your wilderness where any creature will be tested and survival is for the strong and fit....fabulous images and descriptions of this wilderness, Robin.

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  13. Even though it doesn't seem possible, there is even life - living and dying, feeding and being fed. I looked up gibber plains and gibber birds. Intriguing! and yet, all of these have their unique beauty and it takes a special eye to see it.

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  14. Fabulous sense of the life that exists here--beautifully drawn, every word of it

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  15. You have created such a credible sense of place in this poem. Stark reality and imagery.

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  16. Sounds like a wildlife adventure....an expansive place of barren wonder.

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  17. Even in the desert there is life ...I had to look up the bird as I was unfamiliar with it so, I thank you for sharing this poem. I would say you have to be a survivalist to live on these plains.

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  18. What a memorable rendering ... a description of the outback that reads, somewhat, like a compelling narrative - historical to in-the-moment. Really well done!

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  19. What lovely images in this tale of pioneers and survivors.

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  20. thanks for this peep into the outback. :)

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  21. This is wonderful ie full of wonders. You took me there.

    Please, what is gibber - apart from what I do when I'm angry?

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    1. Gibber the name for these stony deserts probably comes from aboriginal origins meaning stony (I think) where the dirt and smaller particles have been washed away thousands of years ago.

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  22. Oh so good to see what is truely there!

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  23. This reminds me of our own Great Karoo. Not to get lost in, for sure. Look at http://sitespecific.org.za/karoo-geoglyph/

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  24. Enjoyed the exploration of life at your hot place, esp. liked the conclusion about people, belonging to all above....

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  25. Very strong use of the words, for sure; down under & dirty; very graphic & realistic. I spent 4 months in Australia in 1977; never did get used to the flies. Outback can be a rich montage, if one has native eyes.

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  26. love the outback...spent a few years traveling from one side to the other and then south to north... i do remember the flies... the worse ever..!!!! but the outback... what a wonderful place... what a wonderful adventure.... we always wore netting with cork weights over our hats... kept the flies out... yep and the heat.....

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  27. This is so far from my reality .. a wonderful vision, frightening the idea of being lost there ... you've brought the whole area alive in your moving poem .. Bastet

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