There Is a White Wind Where My Love Was by Arthur L Wood - Original Poem

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There is a white wind where my love was,
An echo in a cathedral,
And the artist, and the nun;
Only a silent frost appears,
Only a heart in pieces
And a handkerchief of tears,
While crossing the Thames at daybreak
Is a murderer on the run.
There is a white wind where my love was,
A monster in the river
And a sermoning John Donne;
If only we knew the ways of the heart,
For entropy increases,
And we manage the carriage the way of the cart,
And the night was never the morrow,
And the moon was never the sun.
I gave my all to love,
Love took away it all
And left me only broken shards
Of hope, and alcohol;
I gave my all to love,
Love span me a dying song,
It went: la la, la la, la la,
Now all I dare claim or possess
Are the shards of hope and lonesomeness,
The alcohol and the last cigar,
And like the sun was never the moon
They shall turn to ashes soon.
I gave my all and swallowed
The cruel effects of love.
I am not bitter, I do not care,
My vision was a wisp of air,
And even time must cease to move,
And lurking inside nothingness
Is God-- and we are there.

[@evelynmow4067]

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[@soulstice99]

Well done!

[@rosiejack9069]

Beautiful and powerful original. Great work. Thank you.

[@chrishansenbiz]

Here I am!

[@exildoc]

❤

[@ArthurLWood]

There is a white wind where my love was, An echo in a cathedral, And the artist, and the nun; Only a silent frost appears, Only a heart in pieces And a handkerchief of tears, While crossing the Thames at daybreak Is a murderer on the run. There is a white wind where my love was, A monster in the river And a sermoning John Donne; If only we knew the ways of the heart, For entropy increases, And we manage the carriage the way of the cart, And the night was never the morrow, And the moon was never the sun. I gave my all to love, Love took away it all And left me only broken shards Of hope, and alcohol; I gave my all to love, Love span me a dying song, It went: la la, la la, la la, Now all I dare claim or possess Are the shards of hope and lonesomeness, The alcohol and the last cigar, And like the sun was never the moon They shall turn to ashes soon. I gave my all and swallowed The cruel effects of love. I am not bitter, I do not care, My vision was a wisp of air, And even time must cease to move, And lurking inside nothingness Is God-- and we are there.

[@chrishansenbiz]

Donne was a bit sermonish at times. But he knew love!

[@ArthurLWood]

The vision of Donne preaching outside St Paul’s is an image that haunts me, and situates the poem.

[@floriandiazpesantes573]

And lust

[@chrishansenbiz]

@@floriandiazpesantes573 yes. Both expressed exquisitely in a validation forbidding mourning.

[@chrishansenbiz]

@@ArthurLWood I didn't know about that! Was it before or after the holy sonnets? Because I feel some questioning/challenging in those.

[@chrishansenbiz]

​@@ArthurLWood"a murderer on the run"? I need to know who/what, to continue through. To get to where God is. Nothingness is an undercurrent in the river of time my life is riding through this world.