every gossamered corner of objects and memories, once owned. Shadows of yesterday you thought you overlooked. Veins touched by the soft glow of an evening longing for impossibilities. Wine half drunk brooding into the dissection of maybes’. Eyes that never met to spill volumes of if onlys’. Sighs dissipated as cold smoke into the wind and fire of tomorrow.
This week I am going to publish a poem from a rare gem of a find that I made earlier this year- the late Egal Bohen’s poetry book ‘The Navigator’.
Egal sadly passed away the morning after his book was finalised and published on Amazon, by his amazing daughter, Helen. This book is a must buy and should be up there in your shelf, for later reading, again and again. These are pearl words of wisdom that has come from a man who has lived, what I would consider from his words, a rich life.
I only know Egal through his words only and often, there are times when I have felt their tangible guidance like a spirit, especially when life brings about its dismay.
I am savouring this book, bit by bit, and I carry this in my work bag, making sure too read it only when I am in the mood for poetry, because even in the slightest of ways I do not want to disrespect Egal’s words, by not giving it my cent percent attention.
Celandines is just one poem from his book. I can ensure you it’s filled page by page with the kind of words that should never be overlooked or unheard.
The Navigator is available on Amazon, for those who are interested. Pic as always by yours truly.