Human Vortex

by Eve Dobbins

Wild winds shriek through the trees

As the world continues its deluge upon our senses

No longer on microfiche but instead blaring out the images

We stand like the Immaculate Conception listening to proclamations

With judgment and sharp rhetoric drawn like slingshots aimed at the heart

Hungry looks defy the strength of the wild winds shrieking through the trees

We wish for the natural

We assume they are like us but like the wild winds, the torrential rain, sharp diamond hail stones striking windows and concrete

We cannot predict our future by prayers or superstitions

  Sometimes

A prayer and a whisper of the sun shining through after the violent storm

 Is a stronger sign then words of double entendre melting into shapes and babble.

As the skilled orator manipulates the audience

 We are not just like them

But we are more like the gentle brook flowing along

Sometimes in time with the current and

Sometimes raging against the elements and

Overflowing the bank while bystanders pack the banks

Watching us drown and struggle with the current

   Sometimes even lending us a hand to pull us further into the mire.

…As the river and the elements continue their travesty

The world continues its claims

 preying upon the listening ears as we

   Bow our heads silently in prayer.

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Eve Dobbins was born in New York City and raised in a small town located in the Catskill Mountains where everyone knew your name. After graduating from Stony Brook University with an English degree, she spent several years working in Manhattan in the garment industry; as a real estate property appraiser with the city of New York and a girl Friday for local radio talk show host, Barry Farber, as well as a stint in the United States Navy. Her favorite authors are Lee Child, Lisa Unger, and Ann Rule.  Her favorite quote for inspiration is “Everyone has two eyes but no one has the same view” (Wael Harakeh). Her husband is her co-conspirator in writing and baking which paved the way for Cupcake Cache, a gourmet cupcakerie which closed in 2015. Mrs. Dobbins has a MA in TESOL and has lived and worked in Asia and the Middle East. Presently, she makes a living as an English teacher. She was named in August 2017 “Poet of the Month” by “The Horror Zine.”  One of her most most recent published poem is:

https://anapestjournal.wixsite.com/anapestjournal/single-post/2017/07/22/Wishing-on-Cotton