I would have to add a few lines. And dedicate years to being aimless. But over time
I would become familiar with the ill-fitted dusk on the city. My heart fills with the misplaced.
It does seem unlikely
I will put a handle on this.
Indefinite wonderful.
I love this! “And dedicate years to being aimless” strikes me, as does “My heart fills with the misplaced.” A pleasure to read.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks UsedLife!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh perfect. Spot on. I think this is one of my favourites
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Worms! I’m really glad you think so.
LikeLiked by 1 person
beautiful!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Tara!
LikeLike
Ye Gods Bob, but this is so good! Every line is a wonderment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Ron! I’m really glad you think so.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully moving poem Bob!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Nolsen!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Enjoyed this. Every poem is a dedication to aimlessness. Just lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dirtyscared! much appreciated.
LikeLike
somehow I missed this one: short, succinct and sharp: that line ‘Indefinite wonderful’ is all embracing: life is wonderful in all its complexity and contradictions, embrace it; there’s no need to have a handle on everything; ‘the ill-fitted dusk’ sums it up well ;
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks John!
LikeLiked by 1 person