Friday, January 20, 2006

In honour of Dale Edmands


Dale Edmands, webmaster of Kookamunga Square and poet, is close to death under the care of a friend and Hospice in California. I've known Dale online for over five years now, had become used to his email cards when something special had happened to celebrate or when times were rough. He was always there for his friends. He's weakening rapidly now from cancer. His friend reads him letters that pour in every day. Dale, my dear friend, you will live on in my heart.




Below is one of his poems.

Tunnel Vision

Every evening I enter this tunnel called winter,
The new light at each day's end egging me on.
It is not a long drive to the school,
As if someone, or something has predetermined
The exact amount of time, and coordinated it
With the last stretch of musk melon sky
That highlights the barren hulks of trees
Surrounding the campus where shadows
Of students move in quick silence against
The night's chill. This is how the season
Will pass- Each month's weather splattered
On the walls of winter like so much graffiti,
A collage of thaws and cold snaps, snowfall,
And rain, unbearably bright days too frigid
For fun, windy nights with too many stars,
And a glowing monster of a moon, too close
To make use of the new Christmas telescope.
Until suddenly, on a late afternoon in April,
The lingering light at the end of the tunnel
Becomes a tunnel itself, an eternal portal
Through which all things must enter,
If this is why the sun returns to us again,
And our hands push forward an hour of time
With the swift and easy motion of a wing,
As if small shapes and sounds depended on it.



Copyright © 2000 by Dale A. Edmands

8 comments:

Michael Parker said...

I've been talking to you over mail about Dale. But I have not commented on his wonderful poem. I really like it. Thanks for posting it.

Pris said...

Hi Michael
Yes, I thought it was special, too!

Michael Parker said...

A very nice photo of Dale, Pris. Was he a professor? He looks like one. I read his poem again. Wonderful. Sorry, once again, for your loss.

Pris said...

Hi Michael
As far as I know, he never taught. He does look like a prof there, doesn't he? It's his official bio shot and it's a good one.

Ellen M Johns said...

Pris, I am so glad you posted this picture of Dale, which portrays him as the fine gentleman he is.

I too, am lucky enough to have Dale as a friend.

I have kept some of the welcome, thoughtful cards he has posted and treasure one in particular of a field of poppies and an accompanying poem. I must have mentioned that poppies were my favourite flowers at some stage and Dale obviously remembered that.

He's that type of guy.

My one wish, is that Dale's wishes are being granted, in that he spends his last days at home, and my prayers go out for Sharon and her family who are respecting this.

I love the poem and our friend who penned it.

Pris said...

Yes, Dale was always special in his choice of cards. They always fit. And he always said 'My lady'...an old fashioned courtly manner we don't see much of anymore.

I've shed my own share of tears, too.

Spiros Zafiris said...

..just to say i'll miss Dale
..he's one of the finest persons i've met online and his poetry speaks to my heart..a true poet, our Dale..

..spiros
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Pris said...

Spiros, he was indeed a fine man!