ON A TURKISH BEECH

On a Turkish beech the waves gently lap
To and throw they go
On the beech lays a bundle
Looks like rubbish discarded
With out care
The waives - laps the bundle
The bundle - rocks to and trow
No sound heard

A man a - policeman - walks to the bundle
Stoops down - picks the bundle up
The policeman looks as hard as nails
Not to be messed with!
Walks up the beech - the bundle a dead child
Hands out stretched - gently oh so gently walks
The bundle a - child - lay in his hands no sound
From the child - the child was dead - so could make no sounds - no more
As the policeman walks up the beech
He gently holds the lifeless child to his chest
He is crying - sobbing - tears run down his cheeks
He is sobbing -he's a father - a dad - a popper
He was carrying a bundle - that bundle - a dead child - aged three
His name Aylan Kurdi
A photo taken - published worldwide - we all weep for little Aylan Kurdi


ken d williams

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Written on 2015-09-03 at 12:05

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Ivan R
This your poem, horrible as it is in the display of terrible things happening today, is as insightful as it is a terrible picture of the dead boy on a shore in Turkey. But you managed to catch the misery of it in this poem so well, that it hurts. As it hurts to see that photograph.
I have been looking for a poet to write about that, to catch it with a human feel, I have tried myself, but could not find the words ... but you did. And I thank you for publishing them in this very heartfelt way*
2015-09-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That was terrible, though I'm not sure why. People are drowning all over the Mediterranean these days. We should be used to it.
2015-09-03