Yet Unwritten ~ Revised 6/17/07, Rhyme and iambic meter Options

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Yet Unwritten ~ Revision 3

A cache conceals the poignant words,
ambivalence is combat-sore;
when caught within twilit regimes
so sadly out-of-step that dreams
still bleed accusatory threat.

A battery of loyal thoughts
and motley web of frenzied fears
combine upon our battlefields
to armament (their lives a shield)
reprisal games of grave roulette.

Though loved ones march the searing sands,
avidity cannot be scorched.
Red, white and blue bestows them pride
which they would never think to hide;
but they don't see the silhouette

of darkness leeching helpless souls,
the dye of hope from blood once spilled.
Will sons and daughters soon return
to cherish freedoms they have earned?

Their shadowed myths aren't written yet.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright May 30, 07




Yet Unwritten ~ Revision 2

A cache conceals the poignant words,
ambivalence is combat-frayed;
when caught within twilit regimes
so sadly out-of-step that dreams
still bleed accusatory threat.

A battery of inane thoughts
and motley web of insane fears
combine upon the battlefield
in armament (their lives to shield)
creating games of grave roulette.

Though loved ones march o'er searing sands,
avidity cannot be scorched.
Red, white and blue bestowing pride
which they would never think to hide;
but they don't see the silhouette

of darkness stealing 'round the grounds
stained black from those whose blood first spilled.
Will sons and daughters ever speak
of freedom's right... that which they seek.

Those shadowed myths aren't written yet.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright May 30, 07




Yet Unwritten ~ Revision 1

A cache conceals the poignant words,
ambivalence is combat-frayed;
when caught within twilit regimes
so sadly out-of-step that dreams
still bleed accusatory threat.

A battery of inane thoughts
and motley web of insane fears
combine upon the battlefield
in armament, their lives to shield,
creating games of grave roulette.

Though loved ones march o'er searing sand,
avidity cannot be scorched.
Red, white and blue bestowing pride
which they would never think to hide;
but they don't see the silhouette

of darkness stealing 'round the grounds
stained black from those whose blood first spilled.
Will sons return to loving arms,
with dignity and faith unharmed?

Their shadowed myths... unwritten yet.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright May 30, 07




Yet Unwritten ~ Original

A cache conceals the poignant words,
ambivalence is combat-frayed;
when caught within twilit regimes
so sadly out-of-step that dreams
still bleed accusatory threat.

A battery of inane thoughts
and motley web of insane fears
combine upon the battlefield
in armament, their lives to shield,
while playing games of grave roulette.

More loved ones will be marching soon,
enthusiasm soaring high.
Red, white and blue bestowing pride
that they would never think to hide;
but they don't see the silhouette

of darkness stealing 'round the grounds
stained crimson from the blood that's spilled.
Will they return to earthly home
or will lost spirits heaven roam?

Their story hasn't ended yet...

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright May 30, 07