Return to Sender
Pack me away
In some cardboard box
Add something soft
And if it isn’t too much to ask
A little legroom.
Ship me across oceans.
Fly me over rainforests
and snow-covered mountains
Let me smell the air above the clouds.
It would be okay if I tumbled
Down
Among the raindrops
To nurture the earth.
Maybe there
A loving eye would see me
Feeding the grass
Or raising the flowers.
Resting with worms
Gossiping with fireflies
Before flashing secrets
To be lost in the night.
Don’t forget a return address
Just in case
I’m lost along the way
I can find a way home.
Through careless hands
Indifferent drivers
Tossed and Forgotten
Somewhere amongst the graveyard
Of unopened packages.
Until
Perhaps
I’m delivered
To your door.
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I love how this metaphor “delivers.” (Pardon the pun.) You start with a simple request that truly follows through for the reader.
Puns are encouraged! Thank you for the kind feedback
I love the extended metaphor too. This poems goes a lot places?
Thank you!
Im trying to extend moments/thoughts without becoming verbose.
So I’m very happy to hear you enjoyed reading this exercise in poetic yoga.