ARRIVAL

Strictly a product of a philosophical discussion I had with myself

I came to this world
like thunder unleashed,
screaming my arrival
like a cataract released.
Instinct defined my language
and shaped my game
until twilight assuaged
and morning came.

I approached adulthood
like lightning revealed,
sifting through cosmetic blues
as I reach for a dream unveiled.
Logic replaced my tantrums and
twilight bowed to the day.
Solitude refined my outlook and
my fears I kept at bay.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like the description of a metamorphosis. The first stanza seems to refer to youth and its struggles. The speaker acknowledges his childhood wildness and admits that "twilight" changed him. I don't know if this is a reference to some seminal event or just an admission of the effects of the maturation process. Whatever, stanza two reveals one who has observed and learned to control his emotions. Now he reaches for his dream. Good luck.

[Akinlolu]

Your insightful observation is accurate. No one comes to this world as an adult. But the time comes when we have to grow. Could be as a result of a crisis, a spiritual experience, meeting and interacting with wiser and more experienced people and so on. Sadly, not everyone makes the transition from childhood to maturity. I grew up but I found out that adulthood isn't a destination but a journey. I have to continually grow up from day to day. My fear is that THE DAY I STOP GROWING IS THE DAY I START DYING. A huge thank you from Akinlolu

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is incredibly powerful and moving. You have a natural talent for writing, and your words are able to convey complex emotions in a way that is both beautiful and relatable. I was struck by the imagery in your words, and I think that many people will be able to connect with what you have written. The way that you describe your journey from infancy to adulthood is particularly effective, and I think that it will resonate with many readers. Overall, I think that your poem is a testament to the power of art to help us process our emotions and connect with others.

[Akinlolu]

Thanks Bhuyanshi. Your review is much appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"cataract released" then we see better...takes us years to clear our eyes of illusions...
Logic will eventually take over...I am still trying to keep my fears at bay...it is not easy.
A strong write...the battle within to achieve some kind of self-peace.
j.

[Akinlolu]

Indeed. The logic of maturity have to replace the tantrums of youth. And there are fears that we don't really outgrow. We just learn to face and manage them. Indeed. Thanks a lot for your insightful review

[Soyam]

A poetic journey from thunder to lightning,
With vibrant words and dreams igniting.
You've embraced growth and tamed the night,
A beautiful ode to finding your own light.

Nicely expressed. Keep penning.

[Akinlolu]

Thanks Soyam. Your review sounds like another poem. Intriguing. I'll do my best to do a sample of your works. Thanks again.

[Soyam]

Go ahead!

:)

[Lisasview]

Well, it does feel like your journey has begun and the road is in front of you...long and not always easy....
To feel that you have stopped being taken care of and that you are on your own s very scary... I know...I have been there.
Interesting rhyme scheme...still trying to work it out...
Lisa, now in Spain

[Akinlolu]

You do understand. And I know you have been there. It's the unending story of humankind... from generation to generation. Thanks for your observation.

[Akinlolu]

The rhyme scheme is all my own..LOL. I'm not sure if I've seen it anywhere. I'm not always a textbook kind of poet I'm afraid.

[Lisasview]

I enjoy structure in a poem... I believe it moves a poem forward and flows more easily for the reader to grasp its meaning...
Lisa, late afternoon in Spain

[Akinlolu]

Thanks. I do too.

[Lisasview]

That is good...
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

The journey through life. A path we all have to take. It reminds me of the agony and exhilaration of a child’s birth from the perspective of a mother. So dependent on nurture in the early years, till we find our feet, make our own mistakes and gain our own wisdom. Not an easy path to take and some don’t get out of childhood. I enjoyed the read. Thank you.

Chris

[Akinlolu]

Exactly what I had in mind when I got the inspiration for this poem. We have to grow up. Sometimes we don't even want to. But pain can force even the most complacent of us to grow fast. Thank you