The Unvalentine

The Unvalentine

A Poem by Duncan Brown

Writing a sonnet with flowers writ above
Or casting your dreams in colour below
Then sending them to someone you love
Dispatching those thoughts that never go 
Anywhere other than the imagination
Or sealed in that drawer marked maybe
The crumpled address of no destination
Where second hand thought returns empty
To the post code of a hopeless infatuation
In the unparalleled universe of rejection
Is most times a hearts breaking situation
If letters to yourself remain unanswered
Or scrawled in red ink on the envelope
Return to sender unknown at this address. 

© 2018 Duncan Brown


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I hate (fear) returned mail. It keeps bothering me for ages. That's why I never take the chance and send out any.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mother was.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................love

Posted 6 Years Ago


Some things are better left in fantasy. Letters and cards never sent might be better left in a secret drawer in the desk than sent to someone who really does not want to see them. Interesting write. Lydi*

Posted 6 Years Ago


The card that is never sent or the card that is never signed. Both indicate an anonymous love that may never have a future..... but sometimes the dream is safer.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on February 13, 2018
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Duncan Brown
Duncan Brown

United Kingdom



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