Crimson River Poem by Valerie Dohren

Crimson River

Rating: 3.9


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

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Note: This is a poem and therefore a flight of fancy or product of the imagination, and is not meant to be a medical paper or a treatise on biology. It is meant as a very general view of the circulatory system and its role in maintaining life.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 21 April 2012

The imagination and it's macinations knows no boundaries to beauty and creativity.

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Juan Olivarez 22 April 2012

Great poem, reminds me of a movie I saw many years ago called Fantastic Journey. Great write.

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Eric Cockrell 19 April 2012

this poem a gift, wrapped beautifully!

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Heather Wilson 19 April 2012

Crimson River a beautiful poem, You are still in top gear Val, brilliant imagination.

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Sharad Juneja 20 April 2012

What a write..another beautiful creation

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Fuzzy James 22 March 2013

Wow, wish i could write poems like this. Amazing!

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Chris Blazo 14 August 2012

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!

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Patti Masterman 29 May 2012

Ha, I really enjoyed this. Never guessed it was about the circulatory system! I'm curious about that 'ring of love' now.. ;)

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Vincent Kuo 22 May 2012

The river out of Eden

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 24 April 2012

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

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