“Blanket Fort” by Dale Innis on Midjourney
When The Wallpaper Shifts
Oh I do remember when the wall paper began to shift,
morphing like a running animation next to my bed.
All I had to do was stare awhile, and it began to join
with my bedspread, until it became one lush jungle.
I crawled under the covers that were now rooting flowers
I heard the strange bird calls, and drums and growls
The greenery hid me from being seen by everything
and my pet tiger, Tango came when I called, to protect me.
When I started to go to school, I lost my powers to see
The vibrant world of a child’s nascent creativity.
Not until I got a little older, did I learn to go there when…
I could block-out all that stuff I learned and find my child again.
Karima Hoisan
May 8, 2023
Costa Rica
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Love this one. 🙂 You so often see deeper into my images than I do!
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Well the important thing is Dale, you enjoy what I see too:):) As soon as I saw this picture, I knew it would be a poem:) as happens so many times with your images.:)
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Both verse and image are really wonderful!!
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Thank you so much Colin. Your comments are always so appreciated.. I am glad you enjoyed both. I was trying to do justice to this great image..that flew me back to early childhood:)
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You are very welcome! 🙂 The painting had me immediately thinking of Rousseau! 😉
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Oh you’re right, Colin.. the image is very reminiscent of his jungle paintings and lush flora and fauna..Tigers!!
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I like it! The girl also looked as if she stepped out of one of the pre-Raphaelite studios (another favourite style of mine! 😉 )
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Wonderful image and the words go so well with it.
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Thank you so much BluntPathway. I appreciate your positive comment on both the art and my poetry.
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What a beautiful poem you created in your imagery Karima. “I crawled under the covers that were now rooting flowers I heard the strange bird calls, and drums and growls “. It makes me want to visit and pull the covers over my head in the land of the jungle. So wonderful!!! 💞
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Awww thanks so much Cindy…imagine if you and I were neighbors, I would have certainly invited you to join me. I used to ask my father if the wallpaper made movies but he missed out on all that wonder, by being an adult:):) He’d smile, “Such an imagination you have!!! Now today as poets, we know how lucky we are to maintain that imagination:):) 💕
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Oh that’s sooo kind. Yes, ineed that would be so wonderful. Oh you had a keen and wonderful imagination and still do Karima. Yes, indeed we always want to stay open to dream of the zany wonderful moments that fill us to the brim with magical spirit like your poem did! 💗
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I’ll tell you a secret Cindy * whispers in her ear, It gets easier to do that as we get older *winks. Thank you for your fun feedback:)
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😉🤗🥰😉 xo
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En la segunda infancia, la imaginacion en los niños es muy activa. Por algo Albert Einstein dijo: “La imaginación es más importante que el conocimiento, porque mientras el conocimiento marca todo lo que está ahí, la imaginación apunta a todo lo que va a estar”.
Me gustó tu poema. Testimonio donde la fantasia dominaba nuestro quehacer en nuestra infancia. Saludos Karima.
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Muchas gracias Manuel por tu comentario. Muy acuerdo y me encanta esto que dijo Albert Einstein. Palabras muy sabias. Me alegro mucho que te haya gustado mi poema escrito por el imagen. Siempre tus comentarios son muy bellos igual de tu fantástica poesía. Gracias mi amigo por sacar el rato y visitar mi página de nuevo🌹
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Siempre es un placer pasearme por tu poesía.
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This gave me the sudden urge to revisit my childhood…those moments when we can be anything we wanna be…and see what we wanna see.
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Thank you so much Mich and what you just said, is how I felt when i saw Dale’s image. It sent me rushing back to those days where we could trust that our imaginations would take us to fabulous places. Ahh innocence was magical when we believed in All that our imagination c could dream up. Thank you for your great comment!
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i love the sweet innocence of this vivid poem🤗🥰✨💕it is good medicine, & i am grateful🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼thank you, soulkin ✨🎈✨😘
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Aww hugs soulkin..I’m glad it was just the right dose you needed tonight too. This is an interesting topic to discuss together and try and remember how easy it was for us to believe…anything was possible…because in reality..it is:):) Big hugs and peaceful vibes 🤗❤️😇🎈🌟 night night.
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Absolutely beautiful Karima 💕💕
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Ohh Maggie, I’m so glad you liked this one..Thank you for stopping by🙏 🌹
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🥰🥰🥰
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Truly the creativity we possess in childhood is an inspiration to the original and I find it quite sad that it begins to organically fade away as we grow. I love this poetic narrative that serves as a reminder to rediscover the magic of childhood and embrace our creativity. ❤
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Yes Layla, I think we are at our best before we get our heads filled with so many “necessary facts” and told that make-believe is a silly pastime, when in reality it is honing our future creative processes:) So glad you vibrated to this poem, that came fast and almost almost complete, after 15 seconds of looking at this evocative image. I really love your comments..Thank you for your generosity to take the time to leave them for me:) 🌹🦋🌟
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It is a pleasure, Karima! 🌟
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Fabulous!
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Big smiles! Thanks Dawn:)
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We’ve all been there. You paint a nice picture of the picture with your words. Brings to mind the story, Where the Wild Things Are. I love all your work Ruca!
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Thank you so much Hoyt. You have been my most loyal reader for the last 15 years . You are invaluable to me ❤️
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Combination 😮
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Not sure how to reply to your “Combination” 🙂
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I mean to say the combo of the image and the words
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Ahhh yes, I agree they work well together. The poem was born from the image so…that probably is why:)
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Nice one! The closest I came to this experience was post-op in the hospital after a broken leg was mended. Excruciating pain lasted a week that I scarcely remember save a few choice moments, such as when I woke up, high on Demerol, and stared at a wooden cabinet and said allowed, “Why doesn’t the knot [boat] reach the bottom [of the stream of grain]?” I saw it literally moving down toward the floor in a tan river.
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Hi Jer wow you spent some time here last night!! Thank you so much and I loved your story about the knot and the grain… yep I saw things like that when I was waking up at 3 and 4. Thank you for this great commentary my friend 🙏
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