Reading Li Po (by Tom Baird)

Reading Li Po
In morning fog I finger stones like words,
place them in my pocket to begin my own poem.
Silver trees press inward toward my chair.
The sky drains to surround me.
The stones remind me of Li Po’s mountains.
I sit with him, waiting to vanish.
(c) 2008 by Tom Baird
all rights reserved by the poet
included here by permission
We gratefully acknowledge the clevelandpoetics blog's weekly "Blind Review Friday" series, where this poem first appeared (http://clevelandpoetics.blogspot.com/).
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Love that you've posted this. Li Po is my favorite Chinese poet.. and this is beautifully representative of the kind of style he used to write . It very nice..
I'd like to thank Tom for sharing his work, and hope you post more... and you for posting it here in the Crisis Chronicles Library.
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Thanks, Chris! I have another poem by Tom I plan to post soon.
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