Dewdrops

Myra Viola Wilds

Watch the dewdrops in the morning,

Shake their little diamond heads,

Sparkling, flashing, ever moving,

From their silent little beds.

See the grass! Each blade is brightened,

Roots are strengthened by their stay;

Like the dewdrops, let us scatter

Gems of love along the way.

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This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us when we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, in print, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

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