Dropping A Bomb: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Whilst I dwelled
in her land of nativity,
she, from far away,
unleashed a bomb on me.

It was, as often is
in times of peace,
completely unexpected,
and the power it unleashed

flowed out and washed over
grey matter, heart and soul too,
and the feelings it uncovered
brought moistening eyes to view.

And then, like the sound of one escaping bomber plane,
she fell silent, and her words were not heard again.

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