Peter Thomsen Back Shore Poem

Peter writes-

The Backshore is huge part of my life. I’ve grown up on the rocks and my personal ideology is formed from it. Here I tired to put words to my connection with it. Hope you like it!

Come Find Me There Sometime and We’ll Share Freedom

By Brunner T

I’ve seen beaches collect atop the rocks,

I’ve seen them be ripped away.

I’ve seen placid, clear water;

Green glass resting on the seaweed.

I’ve seen the essence of rage:

Walls of blue-gray fury

Dashing

Themselves to foamy fragments

On intransient boulders.

I’ve seen every tide, mood, and time

Of the Backshore.

My shins are bruised,

My skin has torn,

I’ve felt weathered rock

Bite my lip.

The line of horizon

Belittles me,

Life feels a lifetime too short.

The road above is busy

But I assure you the air is clean.

My dog files his nails here,

But I simply breath.