Tear Drops

Posted on by Reena Saxena

the sky tastes salty
teardrops falling from Heaven
I talk to the rain
cradled on my palms spread out
to make a wish and receive
blessings on my skin, not tongue

I may just spit out
God’s vulnerability
in words or poems
Help me retain your essence
before you drench other worlds
with your magnanimity

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

22 thoughts on “Tear Drops”

  4. Your poem begs to be absorbed and enjoyed like a warm shower. It reminds me of summer rains in the Midwestern United States, where I grew up. I agree with Colleen that it has a very spiritual character to it. Well done. 🙂 xxx

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  8. I love the “salt of tears,” representing the rains falling from heaven. This is simply stunning:

    “I talk to the rain
    cradled on my palms spread out
    to make a wish and receive
    blessings on my skin, not tongue.”

    Reena, this poem is spiritual, yet it speaks to the rising feminine energy I hope to see in this world. 💜

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