Turkish peninsula is favored tourist destination. Rent a sailboat at local marina and explore a nearby cove’s cerulean waters, surrounded by lush green hills of olive, tangerine and palm trees. Or stroll the narrow, pebbly beach below Bodrum’s charming white stone houses with mud-thatched flat roofs. Swim with the fish by day, dance under stars by night.
body washed on beach
dinghy overturns in crossing
weep with refugees
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 09, 2015 @ 03:21:02
Oh woeful fate. The haiku is such a shock after the tranquil prose. But we should keep being shocked until a solution is found.
Sep 09, 2015 @ 13:23:56
Yes, I hope so.
Sep 09, 2015 @ 02:55:45
A telling contrast!
Sep 09, 2015 @ 01:08:09
the haiku is stunning & fills us with deep sadness….
Sep 08, 2015 @ 18:20:35
So sad…I think many of us weep with the refugees; hopefully there will be a way to change tears into action.
Sep 08, 2015 @ 16:36:39
Ugh. How sad our reality is.
The tourist brochure prose, creates a startling contrast
in the haiku.
Heart
Breaking.
Sep 08, 2015 @ 16:39:42
Pretty cool stuff on the link about practically supporting the refugees as well. Will look into this further.
Sep 08, 2015 @ 17:40:34
Maybe there’s something we can do!
Sep 08, 2015 @ 14:39:47
First, I love that you used the word cerulean. It’s such a great word, a beautiful blue. Second, you really surprised me with the haiku at the end. You’ve created an excellent contrast between the dream of a vacation and the reality of what is happening with the refugees right now. Good job. Peace, Linda
Sep 08, 2015 @ 14:46:28
Thank you, Linda…check out the link too!
Sep 08, 2015 @ 12:30:59
The strength is so much in the contrast.. I felt it coming when you talked about the beauty of Turkey.. great to read this hard-hitting haibun
Sep 08, 2015 @ 17:45:08
I appreciate your comment, Bjorn.
Sep 08, 2015 @ 12:19:54
You and Sumana have written beautiful and powerful haibun on this tragedy. I too appreciate the sharp contrast between the two parts of your poem.
Sep 08, 2015 @ 11:40:29
So true again at the end with Lynn..
touristy often reigns at price
of human slaves.. where
amusing ways price
above human blood..
Aylan’s ashes live
in places
far away…
Sep 08, 2015 @ 11:19:29
The tourist prose is in a sharp contrast with the weeping haiku ~ Sadly the vision of that body stays with us ~
A relevant haibun Lynn ~ Thanks for joining us for Haibun Monday ~