the softest part
blessing in disguise
recognized
landscape, mindscape, dreamscape
symbols and stories
for those who know and live
more than six senses
softness of water
shaping the stone
fever of fire phenomena in motion
takes to light and voice in the eyes
where light turns to melody
a sound that can radiate storms
beauty blossoms
in tiny explosions
a balm to my brain
this mind of mine
swarming w/ sigils and symbols
and snakes on a cross
beauty is born and reborn
moment by moment in fire and water
your softness slips from you
a numescent vapour seeping
over a wild terrain
it captures my imagination
a dream evoked by a dream
enveloped in atmospheres
a state of softness the state of softness
your softness becomes you
you are what you are
your softness becomes you
you are what you are
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Frank Andrick is a poet, prose writer, storyteller born in Montreal Canada. He was a host of the popular, much awarded Poetry Unplugged @ Luna’s, a featured writer/open mic series in Sacramento winner of many S.N.&R’s ‘Best Of Sacramento’ awards for 20 years, including the New Sacramento host Award. Frank was the anchor/producer of the 2 hour literary radio program The Pomo Literati broadcast on KUSF/KFCR & the net/web globally for 18 years. He likes to dabble with Alchemy, Philo-Occult studies, Absinthe, The Knights Templar, & 50’s & 60’s monster/horror films. Books published include SOLUNA, Vigilent Angel, PariScope’ A Triptyche’ & numerous anthologies. He was the Co-Editor of WTF Arts Journal with Rachel Leibrock published via Rattlesnake Press. His poems, prose, short stories and Cine-poems are recorded w/ sound and image and posted on YouTube. He is also the subject of the animated series ‘Drop In with Frank’.
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