Let your first breath be
the volume of small lemons.
Let your second breath snap
like a sail in strong wind.
...
1. To begin with lift the poem carefully out of its paper.
2. Balance the poem in the palm of your hand.
3. Don't be afraid of the poem.
...
Arthritis walks funny like a cowboy
through saloon doors
that curse behind his back
- godammit all t'hell!
...
We should swap heads.
Yours would be a circle
And mine would be a square.
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On the beach where I live, last Sunday
three children built a man out of sand.
He lay on his back with his arms by his sides,
his feet slightly spread as though he was asleep.
...
For ten seconds I fell
in love with you.
The first second we met.
...
When I am in doubt
I talk to surgeons.
I know they will know what to do.
They seem so sure.
...
I explained to her that active metabolites in each pharmaceutical would adopt a spatial configuration leading to an exact interface with receptor molecules on the cellular surfaces of the target structures involved.
She told me not to bullshit her.
...
In the local supermarket
a man travels north
between the canned
goods and the sugar;
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Glenn Colquhoun was born in 1964 in Papakura, New Zealand. He is a doctor, poet and children's writer. His first poetry collection, The Art of Walking Upright, won Best First Book of Poetry at the 2000 Montana New Zealand Book Awards. In 2003 he won the Poetry Category and also became the first poet to be awarded the coveted Montana Readers' Choice Award. He has written several children's books and has been the convener of the New Zealand Post Book Awards. In 2004, Colquhoun was the recipient of the Prize in Modern Letters.)
A spell to be used when addressing the birth of a child
Let your first breath be
the volume of small lemons.
Let your second breath snap
like a sail in strong wind.
Let your third breath howl like a wolf
on the edge of a great mountain.
Let your fourth breath
hoot like an owl.
Let your fifth breath open slowly
like the eye of a wild animal.
Let your sixth breath
rise like the sun.
Let your seventh breath follow
the tide on its way out.
Let your eighth breath
guide it back in.
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my english teacher gave me a poem by glenn called glossary but i can't find it online anywhere and i need it for an assignment. i came to this website hoping that yo would have it, but alas, you don't could you please put a bit of work into finding this poem? i may not need it in the future but others will and it is a beautiful piece of work. thank you :)
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