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Summary

"Morning on Butterfly Beach" is a reflective poem by Mark Tulin that captures the tranquil and introspective atmosphere of a foggy morning at the beach, where individuals engage in personal and contemplative activities.

Abstract

The poem "Morning on Butterfly Beach" by Mark Tulin paints a vivid picture of a serene morning by the sea. It describes various scenes and characters, such as a lonely woman writing messages in the sand and a young girl searching for a conch shell. The poet finds solace and inspiration in the misty environment, using the tranquility to pen ideas and compose poetry. The beach is alive with uprooted flowers, forgotten memories, playful dogs, and the gradual burning away of the fog to reveal the sun. The poem concludes with an invitation to join Medium through the author's referral link and a mention of another of Tulin's works, "Anapamu Street."

Opinions

  • The poet appreciates the solitude and the environment's calming effect, which allows for deep thought and creativity.
  • There is a sense of nostalgia and the passage of time as the poet observes uprooted flowers and memories left behind.
  • The act of writing messages in the sand is seen as a poignant way to communicate with a former lover, indicating a theme of lost love.
  • The curiosity of a young girl searching for a conch shell suggests a sense of wonder and the beach's ability to inspire and engage the imagination.
  • The poem conveys a peaceful coexistence between humans and nature, as people and dogs enjoy the beach's offerings.
  • The poet seems to find a spiritual renewal in the morning's unfolding, particularly in the sun's emergence from the fog.

Morning on Butterfly Beach

Poetry by the sea

Photo by author, Mark Tulin

On a foggy morning, I sit on driftwood, and watch a lonely woman write cryptic messages in the wet sand to a former lover.

I see a curious girl with the wind in her hair, searching for a conch shell, hoping to hear the ocean tell her a secret.

It is a cooling comfort during a misty day, a pleasure to scratch out ideas in my head, to form a poem from a line, I see.

Along the beach are uprooted flowers, and memories left behind, only to imagine their legacy.

There are dogs excited to be unleashed, who chase red balls, as if it were a trick to snatch it from the sea.

I find it comforting to sit quietly, and watch the fog burn away, as the bright orange sun surfaces in the horizon, christening the morning.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

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