A crimson river, labyrinthine flows
Down streams traversing sinister terrains
And onwards drifts along the path of life
Through myriad courses, rivulets, and veins
Along a way that takes it to the heart
Then on to where the ring of love remains
A crimson river weaving through your mind
That twists and turns one billion-fold therein
To search out all the feelings that you feel
Plus all the memories that lie within
To raise a train of thought that is sublime
Of dreams, imagination set to spin
Great poem, reminds me of a movie I saw many years ago called Fantastic Journey. Great write.
Crimson River a beautiful poem, You are still in top gear Val, brilliant imagination.
I thought it was more literal, but then I thought nah. Then I read your footnote. A good poem on a meandering path. Liked it!
Ha, I really enjoyed this. Never guessed it was about the circulatory system! I'm curious about that 'ring of love' now.. ;)
Generally nice poem..Is it crimson river or a tunnel, because our circulatory system is closed to maintain pressure, particularly, the line, the crimson river weaving through our mind. , if mind means brain..When I imagine, it looks like crimson water falls around the brain... But I enjoyed reading this poem, except for this small avoidable thing..Well done Valerie Dohren
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The imagination and it's macinations knows no boundaries to beauty and creativity.