One of Fate's traids Threads spun long with great twine sides From birth to the hearse
New day, new haiku! I'm covering the the Moirai aka the Fates now! They were known to be the daughters of Zeus and Themis predominantly, but I have heard their parentage vary: from Chaos to Nyx to even Gaia. One of the best parts about myths is that it's so malleable. They were in charge of the fates of mortals, from who were born to who died and each have their own unique tasks as well. Clotho was the spinner - she spun the threads of life and death to which this haiku talks about. Imagine how that sort of power of life and death in your very hands. It's truly something that is quite amazing to think about as well as terrifying.
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜 Here's the link for the growing collection: https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/ Be back tomorrow with another one! Please take care of yourselves and stay safe! Much love, Lyn 💜
The song of eastern river from afar. Once again, time has come to visit. Like the thread that you hold, time weaves and unfold. While my memories is still strong, I recite this old song. Life is cut and stilled in the midst of time, with moments engraved in heart, I sing this song in time.
your calloused hands are softer than any i’ve ever held. sometimes i think about how when you hold mine it feels like they’re stitched together because it’s so difficult to pull them away when i have to leave. it’s sweet thinking about how maybe every hole life has poked in us may just be where the thread needed to go through in order to have pulled us here today.
Fate is a thread, the breadcrumbs that never fades. Sometimes, it's best to relaxed, let that thread guides you. Only fate knows where the thread ends, you are simply a visitor guided by its invitation.