photo by michael baumann, flickr
starlight
listening to the frogs
croaking
Revolutionary Hudson river
The Dutch named your greatest width Tappan Zee.
Your waters ever a generous giver,
bearing fish and trade goods down to the sea.
How many shots Red Coats and Patriots trade
along your vast and everstretching shore?
How many sons’ blood, sweat, and tears were paid,
before a country rose and said, “no more!”
So brown your waters from our pollution,
So soon those industries depart for good!
Fortune spent, we seek your absolution
on bended knee, so humble, as we should!
But now I cross you every work day
Another obstacle along my way
Milky Way
an empty wine glass
in the sink
Jilly hoped that I would write a sonnet. Challenge accepted! NaPoWriMo.net offers an optional prompt to write a poem that involves rebellion. I coopted the Shakespearean sonnet to forge a poetic haibun about a revolutionary river that I ultimately rebels against–a river whose name lives in my heart, as today’s Real Toads’ prompt calls for!
#GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018 20/30
Frank J. Tassone 
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