STF

Side Sim: Nine Forward - Poetry Club

Posted Feb. 10, 2023, 10:06 p.m. by Cadet James black (Security) (Jeremy Snyder)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Nine Forward - Poetry Club

Posted by Cadet James black (Security) in Side Sim: Nine Forward - Poetry Club

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Nine Forward - Poetry Club
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻
In a corner of Nine Forward, Dr. Rahm Vesta and NC Shane Davis from Engineering sat at a small and table and just looked at each other awkwardly for a minute.

Vesta had put the flyers up on a whim. She had wanted to start a writing club and wasn’t sure who’d be interested, and right now, it was looking like it was just her and NCadet Davis.

“So what got you started writing poetry?” Vesta began.

NC Davis worked in Astrometrics. Vesta didn’t do his intake appointment, but she’d met him once or twice. He was a quiet young guy man from Detroit, nice.

“You know, reading a lot when I was young,” he started. “Do you have poetry on Bajor?”

Vesta adjusted her voluminous robe and closed her eyes just a little.

“Do we have poetry on Bajor?!” she hissed. “Haven’t you heard of Akorem Laan?!”

She softened her voice. “I’ll admit, Earth, you have quite a few amazing poets… basho, Poe, Longfellow, Dickenson, Mary Oliver, Joybot6…”

“Ah, you know Joybot6! One of the finest AI poets of the 22nd century!” NC Davis said.

Vesta shrugged. “You know, reading a lot when I was young.”

The two kept chatting together, waiting to see if anyone else was interested in dropping by.

-CMO Rahm Vesta & NC Davis

James walked in the room and seen vesta ,and said “hello “to both of them .Read the flyer”I’m interesting joining your club, when does your club meet?

James Black engineerilyng

NC Davis greeted Cadet Black, and Dr. Rahm stood up to welcome the cadet to the table.

“James! Cadet Black, it’s nice to have you. This is NC Davis from Astrometrics. Right now, we’re sitting down to discuss that very thing! Would you like to join us?”

Vesta pointed at a chair and sat back down.

One of the crewmen serving aboard Nine Forward brought a tray with a couple drinks out for the table.

“Would you like anything?” Vesta asked James. “Oh, and when’s a good time to meet? I think we’re all on the same shift rotation. I was thinking every month or two as time allows.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

He sat down with the two of them , to discuss the club and their plans. Yes I’d love a synth ale and some Sausage please ,he smiled anytime on beta shift is fine with me doctor,I have one on my padd now if you’d like to hear it?

James black engineering

The serving crewman quickly retrieved the synthetic and sausage for Cadet Black and set it aside the table as the three continued their conversation.

“Absolutely! Poetry Club is a good opportunity to share writing,” NC Davis said, pulling a journal out of his own pocket. “I have one, too, if y’all don’t mind?”

Dr. Rahm laughed. “Excellent! I’m glad this is working out. James, you go ahead and start us off.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

He looked at both of them opened pad to a page cleared his throat.

Dr. Rahm closed her eyes and listened to James recite his poem.

Gentle lulling of the sea,
Once again you beckon me.
Caressing waves upon the shore
Transporting me to years of yore.
As a child, your charm I sought,
Protecting me from battles fought.
Upon your craggy cliff I sat
To gaze in awe and wonder at
The magic of your shimmering tide
That restored ease and peace inside.

Cadet James smith engineer

Both Dr. Rahm and NC Davis clapped.

“I really enjoyed the images and word choices you built!” NC Davis said enthusiastically. “It really brought me to that cliff in your poem. Well-done!”

Vesta was impressed that Cadet Black had such a way with images and that the NC had such knowledge of poetry, too.

“I agree with Mr. Davis, James,” she said. “I also thought your rhyme scheme was good here as well! How long have you been writing?”

-CMO Rahm Vesta/NC Davis

Thanks I Iam glad you like it her is another,

It’s 18:30 and I’m staring out at the sunset
Listening to a young mother teaching her child the alphabet
The peace within that’s over flowing
Seeing clearly the beauty in everything

I’m a South-African born and breed
We’re a notion that stands together indeed
From north to south and east to west
We’ll give nothing but our best

Together we’ll braai
Together we’ll cry
Together we’ll strive
To keep this nation alive

I‘m proudly South-African
I’ll soar like a falcon
To shout it from up high
My heritage I’ll never deny

The beauty within our land
To see all God has planned
From sunrise to sunset
This beauty we all met

Where great people come from and go to
Well maybe that’s just my point of view
I’m a South-African born and breed
And what I’ve learned is that we’re a notion that stands together indeed

Together we’ll braai
Together we’ll cry
Together we’ll strive
To keep this nation alive

I‘m proudly South-African
I’ll soar like a falcon
To shout it from up high
My heritage I’ll never deny

Cadet James Smith engineer

Dr. Rahm and the NC listened to James as he finished reading his poem.

“I think that it definitely follows through with its rhyme scheme and succeeds in discussing the spirit of where you’re from,” Vesta said. “One of my favorite poetry exercises is from an American poet from the 1900s and 2000s, George Ella Lyon. She wrote this poem.”

Vesta recided the following poem:

Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon

I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening,
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush
the Dutch elm
whose long-gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I’m from fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.
I’m from the know-it-alls
and the pass-it-ons,
from Perk up! and Pipe down!
I’m from He restoreth my soul
with a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself.

I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost
to the auger,
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments–
snapped before I budded –
leaf-fall from the family tree.

She paused. “I’ve thought about writing my own about Bajor. You should try one about South Africa some day, James.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

That was very well wrote, here is another .

There the ocean’s icy cold

Here it’s warm as sun-baked gold

There the water’s

unknowably deep

Here as shallow as

a flying fish leap

There Neptune’s desert,

empty of life

Here fish are legion,

coral flowers rife

There the sea’s sullen,

as dark as the night

Here the blues and greens tango,

and shimmer with light

There the brine’s filthy,

you swim in fear

Here it sparkles, diamond-clear

There the waves are

a dangerous foe

Here they’re your friends -

and they’re with you,

wherever you go

James black security

“Very good!” Vesta said. “When did you gain an interest in writing poetry? I came to it late in life, sitting next to patients in Sickbay.”

She would read old collections of poems on her PADD in between checking vitals or when someone just needed some company while they slept and recovered.

-CMO Rahm Vesta

I found poetry early in school 12 I’d say, it’s been an interesting journey for me since then. My inspiration was the nature around me ,I find it fascinating to paint and write poetry, how each word or color is special to me.

Cadet James black security


Posts on USS Challenger

In topic

Posted since


© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service

Version 1.15.9