A crimson river, labyrinthine flows
Down streams traversing sinister terrains
And onwards drifts along the path of life
Through myriad courses, rivulets, and veins
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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
Great poem, reminds me of a movie I saw many years ago called Fantastic Journey. Great write.
The imagination and it's macinations knows no boundaries to beauty and creativity.
Blood flows metaphorically in the Crimson River of your creative mind, another beauty........
Crimson River a beautiful poem, You are still in top gear Val, brilliant imagination.
Congratulations! A sweet poem, artistically elaborate with a topic carefully interwoven with its traditional metre. It seems that there are still poets apt for traditional genres. Would you like to read my writings?
Wow, wish i could write poems like this. Amazing!