Missed Signals Poem by Joyce Rugg

Missed Signals



Ships, passing in the night,
unheard, unseen, drifting
Alike, yet opposite
unknown until they collide

with the wrenching of wood,
They meet, each battering,
giants bent on vengeance
Though broken, neither falls

Finally, the waters calm
and wreckage lines the shore
Rebuild and play again,
a game of hit-and-miss

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Joyce Rugg

Joyce Rugg

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