John Gondolf Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Dreams

Dreams

Like paper airplanes floating on the breeze
forever drifting gently to and fro
and guided freely with the greatest ease
whichever way the wistful winds may blow,
our deepest dreams will take us where they please.

Just gliding through the clouds on gossamer wings
and softly floating ‘cross the moonlit sky
like paper airplanes unconstrained by strings,
nocturnal dreams just gently float on high
and bring us visions filled with magic things.

And in the morning as we raise our head
and clear the clouds out of our sleepy eyes,
we will recall the dreams our conscience fed
like paper airplane’s journey of surprise
across the nighttime skies where we were led.


September 1, 2022

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Anne E Sangster - K September 24, 2022 at 6:44 PM This is truly magical John! Softly floating away in a beautiful dream. Love it! :-) John Gondolf September 24, 2022 at 7:48 PM Thank you so much, Anne, I’m glad you enjoyed it. John

Terry Miller September 19, 2022 at 1:34 AM Excellent poem, a well-deserved win, congratulations John Gondolf September 19, 2022 at 2:24 AM Thanks, Terry, I appreciate it. John

Ann Peck September 16, 2022 at 10:41 AM That's so beautiful and dreamy, John. Congratulations on your win! John Gondolf September 16, 2022 at 4:37 PM Thank you, Ann, I appreciate it. John

John Lawless September 15, 2022 at 6:17 AM Great job John, the magical metaphoric whimsy of dreams metaphorically folded and set free. thanks for participating in the contest John Gondolf September 15, 2022 at 6:44 AM Thank you so much, John, I appreciate it, and thanks for inspiring these magical thoughts with your contest. John

Shirley Hawkins September 13, 2022 at 3:04 PM A dreamy, magical read, I felt like the paper plane floating in the breeze, seeing visions of unusual and magic things. Wow! Marvellous read, Thank you, John. Take care, Shirley John Gondolf September 14, 2022 at 6:47 AM Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and comments, Shirley, yes, dreams can be magical. John

Jennifer Proxenos September 8, 2022 at 1:43 AM Those ageless paper airplanes will forever enthrall the child and the parent or grandparent that makes them. they fly up high into sky and rest on fluffy clouds, which conjures up spellbound moments for us whilst we are asleep. I have to fave this as I remember those paper airplanes so vividly, I hope i have a similar dream tonight John. A breathtaking poem and incredible imagination. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. John Gondolf September 8, 2022 at 6:17 AM Thank you for sharing your thoughts and for saving this to your favorites, Jenn. I'm glad it brought you fond memories. Hugs, John

Brandy Nicole September 1, 2022 at 7:27 PM "our deepest dreams will take us where they please." Yes, they will, because anything is possible when you drift on a snow white cloud. This is so beautiful and dreamy, my dear friend. I'm floating in the sky, and I never wish to come down. May those magical moments continue to lift your heart. My best to you. :) Hugs, Brandy John Gondolf September 3, 2022 at 4:15 AM Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Brandy, I’m glad my words lifted your spirit to the clouds. May you always be floating there in sweet dreams. Hugs, John

Kim Rodrigues September 1, 2022 at 4:36 PM A dreamy image…we follow the gliding airplane. John Gondolf September 3, 2022 at 4:11 AM Thanks so much for your thoughts and comments, Kim, I appreciate it. John