Hands On

Touching, Handling, Feeling, Sensing

By Mike Garofalo

Working File, Poetry, Notes, Sketches
Practice, Studies, Ideas,
A Poem in Progress, 3/26/2025-


 

1. Two Hands & Ten Fingers

Feeling the Touches,
Touching to Feel—
   lovers linger
   languors hours.
Skin to Skin
      Power into Power
   clutching Intensities
      hour after hour.

Fingers fly feelings into my mind,
   brain and thumbs are aligned,
Each finger a Lightening pole
grounded down into my soul.

They searched carefully for a Sign
Of the sharp cutting Edge of the Mind.
They found it, picked it up, realized
   their hands and fingers qualified.
Fingers were the Edge of the Mind,
   their hands clapped over this Find.

She rubbed against the world,
  touching with fingers curled.
Defining herself to herself:
  Feeling things, touching one's self.

In whatever we touch, whatever we feel,
  we leave traces of ourseves.
  Our magical fingers cast spells,
Stamping Others with our Seal.

Eyes and hands
coordinated cooperatively
Two Hands, Two Eyes
measuring space
precisely planned
till habits are formed
inside the hands.

Manipulating what I see
active fingers, clever hands
help define a handy me
climbing up evolution's tree.

Two eyes, two hands,
ten fingers touching
Everything he can
not verboten in his land.

The hands achieve what
the eyes and mind can't;
By Doing, Actions, Work,
creative acts, giving back,
opening doors,
shaking hands,
pats on the back,
frisky fingers completing tasks.

The middle finger says
"up yours."
The index and middle V
  tout inglorious victories, or
  tout peace and pleasantries, or
  rabbit ears shadowed by me.
Thumbs Up, Thumbs Down
approval, disaprovable displayed
everywhere all the time, all around.

 

2. A Gardener's Hands

A callused palm and dirty fingernails
  precede a Green Thumb.
Not to move either hand, nor clap, nor think
too much are all good for zen gardening.
As you move your hands
  so you move your mind.
As with most arts, gardening
  is an expression of our hands.
Civilization is rooted
  in the hands of the gardeners.
You can sometimes get a handle on life,
  but it often breaks.
The eyes of a gardener are usually
  bigger than her hands.
Gardening helps us to carefully attend
  to the close at hand.
Chop the weeds and hose the water ...
  the sounds of two hands clapping
    with delight.
Unclench your fist to give a hand.
Your rich, famous, and handsome; and
  your garden doesn't care.
The difference between a pile of rocks and a
  rock garden?
  The eyes and hands of the gardener.
Getting your hands dirty,
  applies to more than gardening.
Better to lend a helping hand than
  just to point a finger.
Put your hands on the earth and
  feel the sorrows of the world.
Hold your hoe in your hand, sharpen it,
  and fully sense its meaning.
I see my hand more often than my face,
and there is a lesson here to
grasp somehow.

 

3. Lost His Grip

Two Hands, Two Eyes:
Grasping for straws
Dropped his dreams
Hanging on for nothing
Spilled sour cream
Holding on to pain
Cut up into pieces
Stopped playing games
Lost his name
Gave Up Today!

He held the gun
in his hand
Pulled the trigger—
Killed Himself
as planned.
Lifeless blood soaked hand!
His dead body bagged in a
coroner's van.
Lost his Grip in the End!

 

4. Artists See the Hands

Rodin's Thinker,
his head in his hand,
worried about war in his land,
sits naked on a rocky throne
homeless, troubled, all alone.

Markham's weary Peasant
holding a hoe in his hand,
Leaning exhausted, bent tired and low.
Gleaning for a measly potato scrap
Lamenting the poverty
   wherein he's trapped.

 

Cueva de las Manos in Argentina, artwork
created circa 7,300 BCE

 

4. My Fingers

My fingers were burned
bitten by dog and spider
sunburnt, cut by knives,
banged in doors
broken in karate
pinched by tools
slapped by a Nun's ruler
and, unfortunately, even more

My fingers learn to write
to type, to use a fork,
to comb my hair
turn pages in a book
to pleasure my down under,
to fire a gun, to pull weeds
and, sucessfully, even more.

My fingers felt the World
touched the water
felt the fire
grabbed a safety bar
embraced a lover
patted a dog
held a baby, planted seeds,
and, with real feelings, even more.

My fingers pointed the way,
shook hands
counted my cash
gave CPR
soaped my back
gestured artfully
penciled poetry

and, enthusastically, even more

 

 

 

Saxophone played by fingers and hands
Piano played by hands and fingers

What can be done without your hands? Nothing much, without other's hands? Artificial hands, made by other's hands help you get along without your hands. Learning from books

Nazi SS raised their hands,
Sig Heil, salute held high

He held the flowers
clutched the dreams

Holding on to complacency
grasping for simple touted
certainties never realized
handing over our fates
held tightly by underestimates

Feeling her tender touch
to my trembling hands
reassuring sensitivity to
my worried painful

 

 


 

 

 

Hands, Fingers, Arms
Notes, Research, Bibliography,
Links, Sources, Favorites


Touching: intimacy, healing,
therapeutic, exploratory,
inquisitive

Touch, clutch, much, such,
thrust, insomuch, hutch

hand, band, grand, fanned, land
canned, planned, sand, stand, strand,
deckhand, dockhand, farmhand,
handstand, homeland, command,
longhand, offhand

Finger, linger, badfinger, five fingered,
fore-finger, thinker

mind, find, blind, bind, grind, hind, kind,
lines, mines, pines, rind, signed, tined,
twined vines, chined, wined, shined dined

 

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Mike Garofalo lives in Vancouver, Washington.
He worked for 50 years in city and county
public libraries, and in elementary schools.
He graduated with degrees in philosophy,
library science, and education. He has been
a web publisher since 1998.

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This document was last edited, revised,
reformatted, added to, relinked,
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by Mike Garofalo
on March 27, 2025.