Haiku and pic by Freddie Omm
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the brave new year wakes
all unconscious of her being
like a child star born
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on-screen, hopes and fears
of future years—young, unsung
–past all forgetting—
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puffed, angel-kissed face
unswiped the tears that time will
meanly bring to smudge
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her moist, smeary cheeks,
dimpled now, her first cry
a wave or blast of waking life
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washing over us
with some vague sense of our own
blazing potency
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—yet uncertain too
of fresh madnesses ahead,
the brave new year wakes.
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Freddie Omm, January 2022
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Note: This poem is the third section of a triptych of poems.
The others are: autumn blaze away (and next year be a blast) and new year’s eve, oudejaarsavond 2021.
The triptych starts with autumn (the left hand panel), then comes new year’s eve (central panel) then this one, the brave new year wakes (right hand panel.
