Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Blast from the Past

Seeing the eruption firsthand

Of a close volcano was such

Intense sensing to understand,

Happening so real and so much.

The fiery blast into the air,

In one sense a beautiful sight,

But at the same time, such a scare,

Immense of unfamiliar fright.

Explosive sound with burning smell,

Then taste and touch of ash there be.

All my senses focused on hell

That this was happening to me.

I was lucky, escape I got.

Sadly, others I heard did not.