Who Ya Talkin To

Deaf.
Hands fly.
Symbols whirl.
Nuance slips past fast.
Hand jive, succinct lines blur.
Blink, blind, behind banter, blither on deft fingers.

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Parish Avatar
February 18, 2009 at 12:34 PM
I tried to learn sign language but never could grasp the concept. Guess I'm too slow...lol Good write Deborah.
Gass Avatar
February 15, 2009 at 4:22 PM
I know some sign language and I went to a high school with deaf program. You got the imagery perfect on this, Deb. (If I'm reading this right.) Either way, great job and good luck! Love and hugs, Robin
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