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To The Margins

Light rain veils the clouds, blanketing shadows, 
Pushing them to the background, to the margins.
Autumn provides context to our marginal existence.
Stuck on the precipice,
Brightly coloured leaves hanging precariously
On the gallows of misspent time.
Time wasted, time lost to inaction, to
Indolence, graft and protectionism.
Protectionism, but not protection.
The latter is too high a price to pay.
Money does not grow on trees, invested
For those rainy days that wash farm to sea
And homes under high water mark until
Light rain veils the clouds, blanketing shadows.

NaPoWriMo #27

19 thoughts on “To The Margins

      1. Sometimes we get caught in the fence and our energy gets spent…and then that nasty attitude ….why bother , nothing ever changes… rears its ugly head.

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  1. I love this poem as a metaphor for te ‘misspent time’ which has produced the mess we’re in. I fid your more serious poetry particularly successful, Tracy. It’s thought-provoking.

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