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Irresolution

He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mists are swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face makes him tremble like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he tiptoes through the family room. Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings full-compounded day to day, a strangled heart, a tortured soul, old love, new love - there is no easy way.

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 9/24/2023 2:13:00 PM

Sad news knowing that he has passed on. Truly one of the Greats! Melancholy moments.

Constance La France

Date: 5/30/2023 2:00:00 PM

Keith, you were a true poet, gone but never forgotten, rest in peace !

Michael Whatley

Date: 8/28/2019 4:12:00 AM

Remarkable style Keith, especially in that last stanza. So sad to hear that this is your last piece. You always encouraged me; I never forgot you. You are immortal, as you are missed. Your written wonders live on.

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Date: 2/27/2019 6:21:00 AM

Nice!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 9/14/2018 2:38:00 PM

I am so sad to visit and find you have departed for heaven. You once commented that I was a 'true' poet, which coming from you was such an honor. I always felt exactly the same about you. I will miss you very much my dear friend. Blessings to your family for their great loss. xxoo

Fj Thomas

Date: 3/6/2018 12:52:00 PM

An old friend passing through. I've been gone but comments below lead me to believe you have left more than just the site. ...I hope I'm misinterpreting.

Robert Johnson

Date: 1/28/2018 10:17:00 AM

Well I am sad. It seems a bit ironic that I would come to appreciate your gifts of sensibility only after you're gone. I hope someone is reading these. And know what we at soup here have come to know and love. Rest In Peace Keith.

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 1/9/2018 10:18:00 PM

Just being introduced to your work, Keith, and I wish I'd known you, as we see many things the same way. Very nice work, but I know the work you're doing now will be of a heavenly standard unrivaled. Thank you for leaving these wonderful bits of your soul behind, for folks like me, (and many more in years to come), to savor and enjoy. Blessings and peace to your soul, and comfort to all who loved you. - Gregory R Barden

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/7/2018 2:50:00 PM

- I read your last poem, with sad eyes - Goodbye Keith - May your soul rest in peace - Blessing to your family - Greetings and love from Norway - Anne-Lise

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/4/2018 12:50:00 AM

Reading your last post here, Keith, just learning that you have passed away. I hope your family is seeing the poetry you wrote here and the comments you received on your writing. God bless your family and thanks for the poetry you gifted us with, ones like this which are glimpses into human emotions that sometimes get complicated. In case you can look down and see this, thanks for the pleasure of your poetry Keith.

Randall Conklin

Date: 6/24/2017 7:05:00 PM

The complications of youth, if only they were still problems and not memories of the past grown stronger with age. :) Still I wonder not having seen more works from you for quite some time if some small truths might be within these words and you've fallen victim to new found youth and a #7 cast iron skillet belonging to your betrothed.

Rob Carmack

Date: 1/18/2017 2:36:00 AM

I don't know if you have ever lived thru one of these times, but you sure write like you have. True - for it stalks every man and if you engage, then 'full-compounded day to day'. Excellent poem.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 11/23/2016 2:03:00 PM

Oh well, I just caught a glimpse of the pickled egg face. Not all days are meant to be thoroughly enjoyed, I suppose. Superb write, Keith! Love the resonance and imagery...you truly are a master of poetical sensations. Best wishes... Mikki :)

Joe Maverick

Date: 11/20/2016 4:33:00 AM

Such a tangle of emotion, illusion and allusion you present me with Keith, hope all's well with you there.'

Viv Wigley

Date: 10/17/2016 12:09:00 AM

Superb write, Keith- furtive, guilty, and a kicker of a last line. Love it. regards, Viv