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I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.

From that mark my tracing would take me aloft
to view the sea whose waves are curled and coifed.
A ribbon of specks then bounces from beach to beach,
where upon sandy shores the sea's fingers flow to reach.

To granite cliff tops my next dots would climb
where I'd walk in heathered meadows for a time.
Each step a new spot where my dotted tracings align.
The next ones will lead me to an evergreen forest of pine.

On soft pine needles, several dots will outline a bed,
and four more to make a soft pillow for my weary head.
I'll laze for a while, drawing more dots from flower to flower
until I travel along on the pixeled road for hour beyond hour.

My journey will be unscripted. The dots will have no plot.
They will ramble and scramble to wherever I choose to trot.
Inside a starting gate of horses, ready to race on a dirt track.
On and on I'll draw dots and never once bothering to look back.

More dots will I need as soon as the moon appears,
for not being able to reach her fills my heart with fears.
I'll stipple many pinpoints from moonbeam to moonbeam,
then follow with more of them from stars with a silvery gleam.

From morning's pale horizon, onto midnight's crest,
I'll make my way through the day then stop for a rest
to plan an alternate route to bring me back home again.
One that takes me winding through clouds and a gentle rain.


November 15, 2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues

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