Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 210,665 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Tactile - Poem by Kelly Kurt

An extended hand, invitation for the same
The young woman had just finished her tour
Reviewing the church for insurance purposes
Instantly, I knew that I had gripped too tightly
What my palm felt was fragile
A small, warm, soft hand
She was not a goddess
I had no thoughts
But I recalled
This is the hand of a woman

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I don't get out much.: -O

Comments about Tactile by Kelly Kurt

  • Pamela Sinicrope (1/16/2016 6:30:00 PM)

    To me this is a poem about human connection Kelly Kurt style. You write about the experience of shaking a woman's hand, but what you are noticing, really, is all that can be revealed in a quick tactile connection between two people, through their hands. In one write, you contemplated the back of your own here, you contemplate the connection of your hand with another, while not a goddess, she's obviously a small feminine woman. I love the line, Instantly, I knew I had gripped too tightly That line is brilliant as one the one hand, it refers to the experience of shaking hands when someone hurts your hand by shaking too hard, or by sensing that the firmness of the shake from the other person doesn't match your hand (maybe their hand goes limp in yours or she winces as you shake?) , On the other hand, it speaks to the loneliness of the speaker in the poem who grasps too tightly, obviously in need of human connection, of a touch that lasts a bit longer than is appropriate. The last three lines, I had no thoughts / But I recalled / This is the hand of a woman brings to bear that all of this stuff happens on the outskirts of our consciousness, the handshake is such a part of our lexicon as humans, we really don't take the time to think too much about it...until we do. Finally, he knew without eyes or any other senses, this is the hand of a woman. This is a special connection. I know and recognize it. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (1/16/2016 7:04:00 PM)

    I like to explore the outskirts of consciousness. So many things in an average human's average day are almost robotic. Nuances go unnoticed. Any connection is a special connection.99% of all the hands I have shook, have been males'. Even then, I try to gauge so as not to hurt (or be hurt) but it had been a long time since I shook the hand of a woman. I may not have completely forgotten how delicate, how unlike my own hands theirs are but it did take me a little by surprise. Thank you, Pamela for your excellent review and understanding my reasons for writing this piece.

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  • Edmund Strolis (11/17/2015 4:13:00 AM)

    Reader your writings leaves me feeling like a ghost, there on scene watching but also acutely aware of the soft sensation of her delicate touch. You breathe life into such moments that make up the majority of life's time. What you referred to as mundane is anything but and you know that all too well. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/17/2015 10:40:00 AM)

    I understand what you mean. I did not wish to imply that meeting somebody was trivial, just that it happens (for most people) regularly, and is a background event.
    Thank you, Edmund

  • Bharati Nayak (11/16/2015 9:11:00 AM)

    We all crave for warmth and softness and want to hold it tightly, be it physical or emotional.Here the woman represents this tenderness.Thanks for sharing the beautiful write. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:08:00 AM)

    I enjoy giving and receiving hugs, but it had been a long time since I gripped a woman's hand

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/16/2015 8:27:00 AM)

    A philosophical touch in your poem....Thanks for sharing Mr. Kelly. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:06:00 AM)

    Thanks. I was a bit surprised at the various thoughts that I had about it

  • Ayman Parray (11/16/2015 8:01:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem, Kelly. A reminder, one of many, of why I admire your writing so much. Thank you. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:04:00 AM)

    Daily life, even the mundane, is fun for me to write

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/16/2015 5:42:00 AM)

    A small hand and a warm soft touch fantastically narrate about this interesting imagery. Reviewing the church for insurance purposes is very amazing with this poem shared. Wise and wonderful...10
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    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:03:00 AM)

    I think that I expected a grey haired, spectacled man. : -)

  • Spock The Vegan (11/16/2015 4:45:00 AM)

    Nice poem. I had the same thought about gripping too tightly when I gripped a hand of a man with rheumatoid arthritis. The joints were very big and probably hurt. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:02:00 AM)

    Yes, some hands are more fragile

  • Souren Mondal (11/16/2015 3:43:00 AM)

    A very beautiful poem Kelly.. Thank you.. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:01:00 AM)

    I don't think I hurt her but I was caught off gaurd

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