Poetry Month #22: Phil Whalen

While we’re on the topic of haiku–some from Beat poet Phil Whalen–the only venerable American poet I ever considered to be in my family. He was alternately my charge, my mentor, and…well, just himself.

Awake a moment
Mind dreams again
Red roses black-edged petals

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Bouquet of HUGE
nasturtium leaves
“HOW can I support myself?”

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Ginkakuji Michi

Morning haunted by black dragonfly

landlady pestering the garden moss

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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