This is the original and first book of poetry from Oliver Westbrook, an American poet.
From the author:
I feel my poetry is an extension of my soul. I'm not here trying to impress anyone, I just want my work to be read and embraced and hopefully for my words to inspire, comfort, and ignite hope..love..ambition..courage..emotion..and awaking in others.
I never really expected to publish, although in the back of my mind somewhere I think I felt it needed to happen and that I wanted it to happen, wanted to write these poems for myself and share them, share my soul, with the world.
Being bare is frightening, exposing one's inner world and soul. A great friend of mine gave me the name to this book and it was perfect. Bare expresses not only what publishing this work is experiential for me, it is about the human experience..about becoming authentic, returning to that exposed, vulnerable state that we are born in.
I genuinely hope my poetry will resonate with your soul and engage your senses as you read and let your heart open and listen to the sacred spirit we all possess and share. May you find nourishment for your spirit and soul in these pages as I have found in filling them.
Oliver
This was our time, our moment. to dance in the road in the rain.
We were like angels again.
Like children starting a revolution.
behind closed eyes, lies, the universe, never calloused or chambered grudges.
Only becomes water.
See my rippling beginning;brimming upon the lip of the cup;
where my tears well and regrets fade.
Take me by my cold unsettled hand.Draw to me your torch, in this dark fading evening; when the ocean can run through you..
The broken wings need the flames, to singe off all our outer gamings.
Revealing how we soar at twilight.
