This is on the motivation of Onee's Poem Challenge.
Oh Wonee! O’Wonee!!
You challenged me to take you
to the world of my dulcinea!!!
Ok let’s go, get ready, sit tight,
The shuttle of my thoughts is ready for flight.
I am out and floating,
See there are flowers,
No, these are the smiles of my dulcinea.
What, they are the stars? OK!
But see they are sprinkling out of the
Colorful silky dress of my dulcinea.
I will not go back to the reality
where there is all pain,
where all happiness is slain
I am disconnecting myself,
I want to fly with her
to enjoy her smiles and gentle touch.
O lone passenger of my shuttle!
Do you want to come out? Come out, we
will be lost hand in hand in the infinity of time
In the world of my dulcinea.
Comments
Thanks Roman for liking my poem and explanation.
Hi Mishaikh!
I like your expressions of love and smile!
The love is like an endless flight!
And smiles of your love are like beautiful flowers and like the brightest stars!
And also I like that disconnection from the real world.
It doesn't matter, what is a real world, if we can have endless happy flight in a world of love!
Thank you for sharing!
Thanks a lot Icha for your appreciation and comments.
Eva thanks. I am glad to see your comment. This is an honour.
Thanks Dara and Danny for all encouragement and appreciations.
Thanks Serene and Sewar for taking your time to read and nice comments.
m'Lady Noor.
I am honoured having such a literary comments from a person of high caliber like you. I liked and smiled to have the 'title'.....................
Thanks Onee. I am glad you like the poem.
Risty and SNR I thank you very much for your nice comments.
For the information of my readers, Taken from Wikipedia.
"Dulcinea del Toboso" is a fictional character who is unseen in Miguel de Cervantes' novel Don Quixote. Don Quixote describes her appearance in the following terms: "...
Her name is Dulcinea, her country El Toboso, a village of La Mancha, her rank must be at least that of a princess, since she is my queen and lady, and her beauty superhuman, since all the impossible and fanciful attributes of beauty which the poets apply to their ladies are verified in her; for her hairs are gold, her forehead Elysian fields, her eyebrows rainbows, her eyes suns, her cheeks roses, her lips coral, her teeth pearls, her neck alabaster, her bosom marble, her hands ivory, her fairness snow, and what modesty conceals from sight such, I think and imagine, as rational reflection can only extol, not compare." [Volume 1/Chapter XIII]
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