Write Me A Letter Poem by Gary Winkel

My Spring needs influence.
I wish I was under the influence.
No feverish reverie,
technologically advanced silence,
not dead, not alive.
I've stopped listening
to the outside
and the possibilities.
Write me a letter.

I'd soar
if I could dream again,
if I could lift up
the words to tell you
I'm in a withering cocoon.
Please butterfly me out
before I get even older
and not wiser.
Write me a letter.

My early summer needs cooling
down to the lake breeze
gently blowing idiot whispers
through the broken branches.
I can only take
the picture and not
embrace the smile
of the moment.
Write me a letter.

Spent day after day
denying impending doom
lazily self inflicted,
but walking carefully on the ice,
catching snowflakes on my tongue,
talking to myself.
No music. No whispers. No moments.
Please kiss my lips.
Write me a letter.

(04/2010-01/2011)