Thunder Plays Tag

Lightning flashes brightly outside our front window. Rain's falling fast and furious. Feeling IT in my fingers, vibration jolts and loosens the window pane. Delightful, but frightful, quivers follow lightning. Tag game mommy shudders; I'm deaf, but I sense IT. My sister covers up her ears awaiting, anticipating something. I wait for looks on their faces. "You're IT!" you make me shake like a sudden tag game?
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 5, 2018 at 8:16 AM
Fun, clever, and original, wonderful ink! Congratulations on your win!
Marcum Wong Avatar
March 5, 2018 at 4:04 AM
The deaf do hear with their eyes and they also feel vibrations more acutely than those who can hear. I enjoyed your beautifully written entry Reason. Congratulations on your most deserving second placement! : )
Poteet Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 8:57 PM
THank you Connie, I think that may be true. Appreciate your time and good wishes.
Cunningham Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 12:01 AM
Congratulations Reason on your well deserved win.
Poteet Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 8:59 PM
THank you, Tom, for your encouragement.
Roper Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 10:11 PM
Congratulations on your win.. wonderful imagery made me feel every line...
Richards Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 7:35 PM
I love how you used the imagination and we were there ~!! So clever!! Congratulations !
Poteet Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 8:12 PM
And congratulations on your fine entry also. I really like your dueling swords, colliding. Great vibrations with your rattles, shatters and trembles. It was a great contest, wasn't it? Thanks for commenting on my piece.
Haight Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 6:52 PM
Reason, I enjoyed your take on how to circumvent the use of sound in your poem! Very clever and well-written in the Rictameter form. congratulations on your podium win! Hugs, Sandra
Poteet Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 8:16 PM
AND Congratulations to you too, Sandra with your winning entry, you created several clear pics using the sense of touch (feeling). Thank you for your generous comment on my rictameter and its placement.
Gauthier Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM
How original to introduce the idea of a tag game. Lovely poem and well deserved win. Beautifully done, Reason.
Poteet Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 8:18 PM
Thanks, Line. I enjoyed your tale of comforting the puppy dog pooch, a touching piece. A return word of congratulations for you and your entry.
Hay Avatar
February 28, 2018 at 9:13 AM
I like how this one describes the visual emotions of a storm without sound, well done RAP, kind regards, Laura.
Poteet Avatar
March 1, 2018 at 11:40 AM
And a bit of touch which is a close second to sight if you can‘t hear. Thanks, Laura have a beautiful day in the world of rhyme and reason. Now to search for your entry.
Pandit Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 7:26 PM
You conveyed well the sights of a storm..deaf people can sense a lot..best for a win, RAP.
Poteet Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 8:54 PM
Thanks, Vijay, I appreciate your time and energy in commenting. I tried to emphasize a deaf person’s interaction with people who can hear the sound - their reactions.
Andresen Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 2:59 PM
- Deaf people have an incredible feeling for most things, great written R.A.P. - Best wishes in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Poteet Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 8:54 PM
Thanks, Anne-Lise, so glad for your read and remarks.
Sands Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 1:20 PM
This is well written and brings the reader right there, to feel it as well :)
Poteet Avatar
February 25, 2018 at 8:58 PM
What a welcome reply, thank you so much, Heidi. No taste, no smell but sights and touch.
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