2014 rewrite:
No matter that a gull screams
yet another invocation,
tears the rain apart,
dives at my smoky silhouette
spinning into distance.
I am a simple thought,
drifting in the wild
crazy flowers, colour
reaching for a sky to climb
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out of time’s disguise i’m not on the rocks,
no matter that a gull screams
yet another invocation, tears rain apart,
dives at a smoky silhouette
spinning in the distance; i am always just
a simpler thought – drifting
in wild-crazy flowers, colour reaching
for a sky to climb
forget me now 
I think the themes have already been discussed so I’ll just say I really like this. It reads very well, and the words fit the verses wonderfully.
Great poetry.
thanks, skyraftwanderer! and what a wonderful screen name that is!
i’m delighted you enjoyed this – especially so as i have little confidence in the quality of my writing, though i adore the time with muse in the effort …
For me there’s a constant tension and fizz between Longing and Enough …
which is weird because i returned this morning to delete what overnight became, in my mind, an incomplete poem … something with a gap in the core because i hadn’t done enough with it … then i read your comment and wondered if that’s what i feel about myself rather than the poem …
you got me thinking into one of those Bright Light Moments, Annie! Thank you!
I would respond as Manik has on my post. Something to the effect that we are never starving and we are never fulfilled. Seems there is always longing, but we’ve enough. Spinning or drifting. A lovely poem, especially the opening line. If we’d all the time in the world, how would our life play then?