Comments : Return to sender

  • 4 months ago

    by hiraeth

    tysm for posting this i will be back to leave a proper comment i love this so much <3

    • 3 months ago

      by BlueJay

      Hey hey hey you, where's that better comment? Lol you asked me to post and now I've won lol its the least you could do - oh wait you wrote the piece that inspired this one, I guess maybe you've already done your job to the fullest :p

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    This is so sad and so beautiful and it makes me weep over how broken your heart is. I felt it in every line and every word you poured from your soul-hugs-

  • 4 months ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    This piece is full of powerful emotion that hit me like a school bus all throughout. One of the hardest things in life is going through the kind of heartbreak you can literally physically feel- and the pain is heart wrenching and so well portrayed in this piece.
    Best of wishes;

  • 4 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Maddie, I really loved reading this compelling piece. It flowed so wonderfully, feelings after feelings, very fluid. I felt the sentiments. Beautifully done.

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael


    This truly is an incredible piece. I love the way you describe your letter, and the 'return to sender' amazing end to your poem, which has emotions travelling all the way through
    a heart-felt piece lady
    Much love
    Michael :)x

  • 4 months ago

    by WritingtheStars

    Damn.. this one is pack full of power. Breathtaking. Amazing.

  • 3 months ago

    by Em


  • 3 months ago

    by naaz

    Congratulations! Finally, the wait is over!

  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    Maddie, congratulations on your front page win! I loved it from the start.

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on your win, Maddie.

  • 3 months ago

    by Michael

    all praise to you Bluejay on a lovely winning piece :)

  • 3 months ago

    by hiraeth

    “Return to Sender:

    I'd love to pull a pen from my drawer
    and use these veins as paper for you.”

    I’ve always associated writing on one’s arms with you, for some reason, so this is extremely suiting. I’ve always found veins/wrists, extremely personal (ahh my hemophobia is slightly kicking in lool), and I’ve always wanted a tattoo there, but I don’t think I could go through with it. Sorry, already rambling lol. You start the poem off with so much intimacy, and it only grows as the poem progresses. I know I already prodded you into writing this, but can I also push you to paint something for this? :D I also don’t know why but reading this, I felt like I was atop a cliff looking down; feeling a rush of adrenaline & introspection.

    “I read your letter, but I

    just can't bring myself

    to hold on to it longer than
    you needed me to. Darling,

    I'm sending this back to you
    without a reply, but here it is

    anyway, cause I've gotta get it
    off my chest and out of my heart.”

    You’re increasing the amount of intimacy in this poem tenfold; that’s what I love the most about your poetry – how genuine it is, each poem is full of life and this is testament to it.

    “This time around I am not going to

    respond with all the love in my heart,

    but I suppose after all this time
    you do deserve a free fall drop
    as if you were one of these tears
    welling in my shattered crystal eyes.”

    …seriously do you see why I want you to paint something for this as well? This part is dripping with imagery, with genuine feelings. Remember how I said in the beginning, I thought of a cliff; the imagery here perfectly fits (maybe I thought of a cliff subconsciously after rereading this for the umpteenth time, but that’s besides the point). My hearts in free-fall reading this, I so, so, so love the amount of intimacy here, seriously.

    “Did you know I write to you
    in every piece I've ever etched?
    That there's something about the way
    sun shines and streets flood that both
    bring me back to your house all over again?
    That I was more at home in your bed
    filled with books and anger than
    at home with my own joyful family?
    That you are a tree in my garden
    with a trunk etched in initials and stories
    surrounded by roses soiled in memories
    watered in your unspoken names?”

    I love the imagery here <3

    ‘That there's something about the way/sun shines and streets flood that both’

    ^ this part gave me the visual of the soft haze of sunrise through a bedroom, something like this ( and the streets flood made me think of a quaint little street being washed out. I know there’s a probably a specific memory that you were thinking of while you were writing this. I just wanted to say I somehow relate to it, the intimacy of those warm feelings.
    ‘That you are a tree in my garden
    with a trunk etched in initials and stories
    surrounded by roses soiled in memories
    watered in your unspoken names?”’

    this part left me in awe, and I had to reread it each time, reading aloud quietly, reciting it. I’d argue this is the zenith of the poem, but it’s not, every stanza after this point fights to be the zenith. I love the metaphor of the tree in the garden, I love the imagery about it, I love the diction, and I just love it <3 it made me think of a bonsai tree, something so fragile being tended to with great care, thriving for years, as long as it’s being tended to.

    “A response such as:


    I need you to know that
    I fashioned your latest letter
    into a lullaby I'll sing myself
    only when there's no one else
    to hear for miles. (love like ours
    is meant to kill not sting).”

    In ‘bouts of sonder, I’ve always wondered if there’s a certain song/melody that people hum, and how often that changes. You admitting to it the person’s last letter is just an intimate fact that makes me as a reader feel equal parts uncomfortable (feels like im spying on you with how honest the speaker/you are being in this poem) and privileged (that you trust the reader enough to let them know). Also I cannot help but hang on ‘love like ours/is meant to kill not sting’; do you mean that your love was never meant to be temporary (the sting) and something that was meant to be till death, or rather that you were expecting yourself to become undone at the seams from the sheer amount of intensity that you love the other person, unsustainable in every sense?


    You carry enough weight
    in the ink you bleed for
    the both of us, only you
    forgot how to pen my name
    the way I forgot your address
    when you moved closer.”

    …just when I thought the poem couldn’t get any more intimate. I’d argue bleeding ink is the most intimate thing you can do as a writer, which is why the next couple of verses just linger in pain.


    Sometimes I want to write back
    so I can let you see the pain
    you've caused, but to give you
    a type of healing I was never offered.
    To paint your face from memory
    and replay your voice from starsong
    are two of my greatest dreams...

    and fears.”

    This just might be the stanza that resonated the most with me; i know too well about not getting the healing that you need. It really says a lot about you as a person, that you’re offering that healing out of kindness, to spare them from feeling what you’ve felt in the past, the creeping pain that slowly grows into a chronic condition, cradling you from dusk till dawn, palpating you. That verse really struck a chord with me. Apparently, one of the first things to from memory is someone’s voice? There’s something bittersweet about those random twinges of nostalgia; feelings rushing back and you’re left feeling a bit more hurt, vulnerable each time. Going off on a bit of a tangent, but I really appreciate the intimacy.


    Please, return to sender.
    Without a response letter”


    You already know how much I love this poem; the honesty, the intimacy, the imagery, just everything about it. you deserved this win

  • 3 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on your win

  • 3 months ago

    by Emily Wacker

    Beautiful and congrats!!

  • 3 months ago

    by Meluat Meluat

    Wow. I'm speechless but enjoy every line of your poem. Thank you for sharing and congrats

  • 1 month ago

    by naaz

    Do not return the letter to me again,
    my heart is already full of them.
    It looks like an ordinary piece of paper, to you,
    but I wrote it for a gem.

    My heart falls like leaves during the autumn
    when you are not around me.
    Often, I carve all my emotions on them
    and just let it be free.

    I have no clue, how it always ends up
    in the lavender garden where you live.
    Oh Goddess of spring, I only have
    eyes full of stars - not much to give.

    I know it's hard for you to walk
    on my words, and you want to depart.
    My dear, at least read it, it's not just a letter;
    it's the only door to my heart.