Inpulse


Breath swells, swoons, sinks and
stops. Yes --
stops. In every breath this tight
point of emptiness and power. Pause
here. This is what God feels --
why (in the next breath)
he created the world.

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The title is a place holder. I dislike "untitled" for this one.

3 Comments

Amanda said:

Would calling it ‘Breath’ be too blatant? It’s the title that first occured to me but it doesn’t feel right.

The “emptiness and power” is strong and a compelling concept.

Erin said:

I’m sort of thinking of “in the next breath” — how’s that?

Amanda said:

“In the next breath” would work pretty well, I think. You might not want to draw so much attention to it within the poem if you make it the title though—maybe opt for commas instead of parentheses.

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