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    ‘A Room With A Drowning Book’ is a the winning poem by Adeeko Ibukun (Nigeria) that carried home the trophy at the Babishai Niwe Poetry Award Contest 2015.  #Babishai2015


    Somewhere in the room a book is drowning, the floor
    is shivering with pages. You said the spine is the balance

    to our two winged hearts. Sometimes it’s the light knitting
    its letters to our hearts. I see how things hold us in their lights

    so we aren’t here or there like you’re here and somewhere
    a lover holds you in her heart, light in water teaching these lessons.

    Sometimes something holds clearly what we couldn’t say in words.
    We face it to learn our silence and that again becomes part of

    our languages. Places own us like this, light bounces off them,
    turning their spears at me. Our hearts beat now and vision takes

    its shapes—the stream of consciousness, nuances as water turn,
    streamlet as novella lost in our undercurrent.  I’m lost in a story now

    or a story’s lost in me. Perhaps we should hang on words so that
    we do not drown. Remembering makes living its anchor. So I asked

    if it’s us you wanted to save insisting everything  is placed this way
    and that way of our anniversaries, each moment  achieved  as light

    buried in water—so it’s here or there, past or present, our chairs and tables,
    dresser and records becoming the dykes. The mirror’s at an angle

    to the world so it does not yield all its light at once. Everything’s our
    subject before we become their subject, relying on memories to endure.

    © Adeeko Ibukun (Nigeria)

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