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Lyn-Purcell  Jul 2020
Eileithyia
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Come cries of new life
Signals the war of birthing
Hands held at your side


New day, new haiku!
This one is fot Eileithyia, Goddess of Childbirth.
Personally, I dont have any kids but I have been told many stories of how hard it is to go through, contractions and all. On top of that, I have read many tragic stories where the child lives but the mother does not.
Metaphorically speaking, it sometimes can be a difficult war to truly win as for some it can be bittersweet.
I wish all mothers, new and experience joy and happiness!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Few people recognize genius when they see it…
…even less understand it.

Eileithyia does though for she gave birth to it.
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
no!
you give me an answer
within man!
in ****!
i want an answer within
man,
i have no concern for god,
i just want the answer
from man;
i don't answer to
ex **** - out of man -
i answer to in **** -
i am the troublesome grin,
the last expectant "cool"...
the sufficing said: nothing.
only in **** will it suffice,
ex ****? call it
             a trigger warning,
or a hammer...
    a lazy tool, of
once god, then ego...
                  then hyper -
once ego, then god...
              but it was always the truth
of the truant...
   in man contra outside of man...
there being a god is still
  a question of:
mind that i pray, or mind that i think?
how easily does thinking seem
about a deity, that it takes to
procrastinate 5 times a day...
            what belongs in man,
is so much different from what "belongs"
out of man...
                   that was never a man.
in man contra out of man...
  the caesarian birth of gods,
     the eased **** of hera:
with daughters juno & eileithyia:
last the jargon, first the juiced
um, um -
     the gargantuan graeae of
fiddling with an eye -
                          in man a god -
out of man a god, and a lack of man
to uphold both man, or god...
     in god a man:
the readied malnutrition of time:
a temperament of temporal
   insignificance...
    the universal death toll...
                  toward the serving last,
first, become,
          a clarifying ordeal of
                                        "truancy";
what the hell does it matter?
      it'll just become another
"meaningful" escapade into another
  tabloid sphere of "journalism";
these days farting seems more meaningful
than writing a piece of "journalism":
which means there's no reason as
to write an excusing word of either:
oops or sorry.
                     caring more to hear a pair
of penguins wet-clapping.

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