Cerulean Blue Poem by Ayn Timmerman
Cerulean Blue
With one finger
I paint a
Cerulean blue streak
from the center
of my forehead
down to the tip
of my nose
for no reason
other than as an
iconic memorial for the
hue of the Mediterranean sea
that I have not
seen personally yet,
so I pay homage
from afar, in a
celebration of an
open third eye,
an open passport
and an open mind
with a roving foot
and a riveted foot
which to heed?
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4/26/2024 4:40:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ayn I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing