She Breathes Cerulean
Aquarelle runs deep within the lines of her.
She breathes cerulean. . .
Floating transparent, in the tides of time.
“She Breathes Cerulean”, original watercolor and poem by Michelle “Shell” Rummel. © Shell Rummel, of Shell Artistree. Designs and collections: Shell Rummel Fine Art & Licensing.
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Write a poem of your own, based on the painting by Rummel, or the phrase “within the lines of her.” Post on your blog and link to us (we love that), or just drop your poems here in the comment box.
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Maureen Doallas says
Lovely to see Shell’s artwork here.
brian miller says
shell is an awesome artist…and good people too….
Jon Lewis says
I wrote two short poems
amidst the tendrils
almejas cluster
close our eyes and mouth,
seamless stream
open/gushing life
stone skin parting
almejas
labile lips and tongue
almejas
tucked away and hidden
swirling salty whispery voice swirling
twisted vines knotted strands twisted
mouth on mouth tasting always tasting
pulling fingers interlaced pulling
caressing the azure light caressing
sighing sea softly sighing
Maureen Doallas says
Palm Reading
She counts her blessings
within the lines of her palm.
Length, she’d heard once, has
nothing to do with living close
to the edge. Her heart’s line
ends in a knot of branches,
and her head line, extending far
beyond the middle of her palm,
pays a ransom to ambition. She
quarrels with all the tiny nicks
the reader finds, some indivisible
number she discovered could be
used to retrace the ground already
covered in that wide stretch
between thumb and index finger.
Her life line starts high enough
but just before the gentle curve
near the wrist she sees the chains
invisible to others whose own
break at the forks on their hands
or double up like soul mates.
Deep in the center of her palm
lies fate’s sinuous slant, and there
on the side underneath the pinky,
two long love marks. Intuition’s
prominence tells her nothing more
about three bracelets the reader
sees, or the many lines she’ll travel
where a crescent moon lingers,
a lover’s shield, her Girdle of Venus.
Shell says
This is so lovely…It is always an honor to share my art and it’s particularly fulfilling when it is with the Poetry/writing community. Really enjoying the poetry that is being shared here, perhaps inspired by my brushstrokes/words.
Warm thanks to Tspoetry for the beautiful feature…Such a pleasure! Thanks so much, Maureen, for always being so supportive of my art, my path. I appreciate that you thought to include me here. Your poem, Palm Reading, gave me goosebumps, but then again, your words often do. I know a thing or two about edges and lines…For me there is strong resonance within the lines of your words and I hope you will understand if I hold this one close.
Smiles to you, dear Brian, for standing by my side…such a solid friend you are to many. Your words, consistent, real and raw, always mean so much.
And Jon, you’re name is new to me, but I can tell you that I loved what you wrote, particularly the second poem which is filled with beautiful, vivid imagery that speaks so deeply to me [sighing sea softly sighing]…I love the way it sounds when read aloud. Just wonderful.
Thanks again…you have all made my day:)
Jon Lewis says
Shell you make me blush, thank you for the compliment. The painting is quite lovely. You made me feel the sea in all parts of her.
Jon
Shell says
And me, smile. Thank you…she happens to be a personal favorite ~
L. L. Barkat says
That detail of the hand is just so wonderful.
The poems, in like the sea. Love.
Shell says
How fitting that I have been seaside…Just now, back home and enjoying so much, what each of you see… Thank you, again, for this lovely opportunity to share my art.
Rosanne Osborne says
http://poetryhawk.blogspot.com/2012/07/water-color.html
Shell says
Beautiful, your words…
donna says
The painting is wonderful, Shell! Thank you for sharing it with us. My poem, cerulean soul, works better visually on my page… http://unmixingcolors.typepad.com/along_the_way/2012/07/cerulean-soul.html
Shell says
Thank you so much, Donna. A pleasure to share here. Cerulean Soul…wonderful~
Kay Kinghammer says
Colors
by Kay Kinghammer
Burnt sienna creeps through the crevices of your knuckles,
Madder rose flushes your palm,
Chartreuse grows under your fingernails
Along with lime and orange, there,
Where with palette knife and sponges and thumb
You throw your whole self
Into your painting –
An abstract landscape –
Perhaps your soul, perhaps a world
Only you can envision,
Shared, and living here
In a forgotten corner of my heart.
“Did you ever, do you still, love me?”
You reply with a wave of cerulean blue
Placed precisely in the center of your painting.
Shell says
You have to commit to Cerulean Blue…it’s a definitive color. You feel it in your bones or not at all…~ Enjoyed your Colors, Kay~
Kay Kinghammer says
Thanks so much, Shell. I’m glad you enjoyed my poem. I love the sound of Cerulean Blue.
Laurie says
Within the lines of her
Etched in time
She holds a mystery
Multi-hued and faceted
Destined for the canvas
Of her life
Shell says
I simply love this….. ~
Jon says
Love this painting