Leaking Pen Poem by Kwaku Ananse

Opening
Fourth street and the divide meet
Near the stream where it's waters Impede
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge
A little further away from the deserted car park
Underneath the third tree with the broken bench!

De ja vu
Green leaves fell beneath my brown moccasins
Sounds of an unending symphony caste in
And it feels like I've been here before
Over and over again

Epiphany
Sanguine sigh!
Sense a wise fill beyond these greens
To rise through the times with pulse calmly,
And glide through the devil softly

Strange talk
Working on a feeling
Binging on poetry
Drowning the sea
Persuading illusions
Eluding obsessions
Disjointed phrases and melodramas
Clenched in a monologue

Love story
Welcome back home
There's food in the kitchen

Happenstances
Lost in admiration
From close encounters
In a rhyme connected to a poem
Stealing glances
In between time and after time
Let love be...
Pinky swears

Life of leisure
Paintings and Figures
Sleeping on a rainy morning
Becoming a muse
A burst of laughter
Delighted and witty; Inherently amused

Feels like yesterday
Old convos and forgotten faces
Paper planes and Origami cranes
Kites with no tails
Leave farewell shadows on the ground

life's simple pleasures
Stunning sunset
Popping a bubble wrap
Game with a queen
Dimples and dark chocolates
Petrichor and sweet fragrances
Unusual beauty
Long walk underneath the vast acrylic skies.

Anyway you look at it
Modesty is attractive
Perfection is overrated
Darkness matters
Love divine will make us
Oblivion is a safe heaven,
Inclined amidst a chaotic despondency.

You name it
A song for the lonely
A frenetic cadence of loathe and harmony;
A harmony reeling the melancholy
An unchained prolix of blatant facts
An anthology of beautiful fiction

So
Can you count the emotions
Can you read the in between the lines
And solemnly draw your conclusion
Can you hear the echoes fringe
From the virtual spaces between

Again
There's no need for a refrain
You do your crying in the rain
Surged by sudden sullen pain

Hope
You were them under your sleeves
With all the melancholy and the peeve
But amber and somber will never leave
And upon your self will it forever heave

Water on my head
Balancing ambition with conscience
Under a cross; eluding the sickle moon
Interlaced with fragile chastity
And all the finest things connected to heredity

Either way
Choked on an aroma
In my big brother's kitchen
No need for endless debate

Promise
Unicorns and Afro minions
Serenity, endless looming serenity
Anchored behind cloud nine

Back to motive
Matters of the heart
Silence and heartbeats
Permit my voice to sing it riddles

Look
Virtual spaces
Seemed a blessed hope
Of pretty things
That feels like yesterday
In a life of leisure, and rare happenstances

Odd soul
Held a cactus flower
Buoyed of a certain showing
Epiphanies and deja vus
Tinkling an opening farewell

Evening walk
By the road where the divide meet
Over bridge where the waters recede
It's 12pm and am certain
Destiny still awaits me to fulfill my heavy fate.