Skip to content

The Coming of the Toads

  • About
  • Books
  • Comics
  • Home

Trip to Cold Mountain

Tried green walks
but could not find
Hanshan
nor make immortal.

Designations after my name
meant nothing to most
and likely little
to myself.

Poured electric ink
from a paper cup
plucked cast iron strings
drank elite ales and wines.

Now my own cold
personal mountain
must be drowned
in fool’s mist.

Related

Posted byJoe LinkerMarch 5, 2022March 6, 2022Posted inPoetryTags:Cold Mountain, Han-shan, Poetry

Published by Joe Linker

View all posts by Joe Linker

Post navigation

Previous Post Previous post:
Graham Cracker
Next Post Next post:
Woodworm

Copyright & Contact

The Coming of the Toads © 2007-2022 by Joe Linker is licensed under Attribution 4.0 International

To contact, email joelinker at gmail.

Archives

Search

  • About
  • Books
  • Comics
  • Home
The Coming of the Toads, Website Built with WordPress.com.
  • Follow Following
    • The Coming of the Toads
    • Join 4,764 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • The Coming of the Toads
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Copy shortlink
    • Report this content
    • View post in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar