Tag Archive | Misunderstanding

Don’t Get it Twisted!

When I saw the haiku prompt ‘twist & shout’ I first thought of dancing, then another seed of thought planted itself in my mind and I went with it.

Misunderstanding, Half-truth

There’s no need to shout,

or getting your panties in a twist.

You got it all wrong!



Across the bridge….

Maria stared intently across the wide expanse of water she was completely lost in thoughts.

This is the fourteenth anniversary and though everyone thinks that she should move on, her heart was too restless to do so and it was difficult to find any form of closure.

Fourteen years since Theodore took their boy Sam to go fishing and they never came back. Their boat was later found upside down at the other side of the bridge.

The search team and private detective never found anything. No bodies were recovered and she believes that they were still alive.

She believes that Theo had escaped their rural living into the shiny brightness of the big city. He had suddenly acquired a taste for city life and had gone completely off their rural lifestyle which she loved.

Maria could still recall their last heated exchange over selling their home, the day before he left the house with their little boy.

She stared at those highrises twinkling from afar. It’s time to go back and search again.

They have to be there, somewhere.


© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.

Out of the silent breath

The Reunion Debacle…

The family reunion

Was a disaster!

Aunt Biddy

And aunt Jemimah

Got into a huge squabble.

Uncle Pete threw a punch

Aunt Agatha spat like a cat

Lot’s of secrets

Were let out of the bag

Food flew in the air

The table broke

The chairs broke

I ran for cover.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Disaster, The daily post prompt