Treasure Island

Alice Anne Gordon


The Minders of Earth


That which cannot be recalled,
Irrevocable memories lasting but forgotten.
Irreprovable for how life falters,
Irreligious of how life altars.
Irrefutable, my speaking silence,
Irrecusable, my place on Earth.

Peace on Earth,
Piece of earth.
To dust we will
Not return to Earth.

That which cannot be over come,
Irreducible for others not me.
Irreversible, damage comes undone.
Irresponsible, of which I’m Guilty.
Irrespective of there poisoned darts,
Irresoluble, my beating heart.

Piece of mind.
Peace in mind.
To dust we will
not return to mind.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011
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