Comments : God's Great Dust Storm

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    When I first learned to drive I ran over a chipmunk...and since that day a few more too. I hate that when it happens!

    I love that you wrote about this creature, (raccoon, possum whatever it was) most people wouldn't think twice about running over them but since you wrote of it, it gives us a peek into your heart.

  • 11 years ago

    by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

    Thank you!! :) a life is a life to me no matter if its an insect or animal. We all have family, grew up and fought to survive and I felt like I took it away from him. Thank u for the love!

  • 11 years ago

    by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

    Thank you!! :) a life is a life to me no matter if its an insect or animal. We all have family, grew up and fought to survive and I felt like I took it away from him. Thank u for the love!

  • 11 years ago

    by HeightenedAwareness

    It is beautiful to know there is
    someone with such a heart in
    this strange world..

  • 11 years ago

    by JaneDoeWrites

    First of all, this is one of the most unique themes to a poem I have ever seen. I seriously have to applaud you. You took a simple scenerio and painted it over with extreme visual and emotional plays. It's like I was riding in the backseat watching the entire thing unfold before my eyes. I ate up every bit of the descriptiveness you've used here.

    "For just a moment he turned his head and gazed into my eyes as I drove towards him, reflecting the Grim Reapers image with his eyes, shined from my headlights,
    No fear no distractions, he chose me for a reason,
    That reason was for me to send him to the afterlife,
    Escaping God's great dust storm,

    No more hunting for food in the depths of night like his mother did before him,
    Or hiding from predators that hunt him every night,
    All that soon to be taken away by my unexpected hand,
    THUMP!,"

    I read between the lines here that you get the feeling that we've been "chosen" by Fate herself to do some dirty work. "The guilt of living with blood on my hands" as you so put it at the beginning. These speaks volumes about you as a writer, a human being, about your soul. I wish there were more people like you here, as Serena put it, "in this strange world". Ironically, it's others who view the artistic as strange.

    Favorited this poem, I fell in love with every aspect of it. The message was much deeper and raw than those I've seen here in a while. Many thanks for sharing. 5/5

    • 11 years ago

      by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

      :) thank you Serena! Not everyone views life like we do. Most people just think that if you aren't human or a pet then other animal lives don't matter. That is false. We are all Gods creatures. No life out weighs the other, and this experience hurt my soul. Thank you for the love.

    • 11 years ago

      by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

      Jane your words made me blush and filled my heart with joy. I'm so happy I was able to take you along for the ride and have you feel what I felt and see what I saw. We are few in the sense of caring for every living thing. Thank you for the love :)