Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

[peninhand]

Who: Anyone signed-up for the plot!
When: July 27th
Where: Curti Center
What: Monika's opened a literature club and the members have to share a poem together for this event. It can be embarrassing, but there's nothing to lose!
Warnings/Notes: No warnings whatsoever! Listen to this track to enhance your poem sharing experience.

Comments

[wheretheresawill]

[Terra's paper is smudged with many erasings and scribbled notes on the side. He worked hard on this, clearly.]

I've never really written a poem before. I hope I did it right.

I felt the summer sun upon my face;
It filled my tired veins with liquid gold.
At night the moon hung gentle in its place
As stars about it echoed songs of old.
The sky is hollow here, it does not sing
As once it did in worlds now lost to me.
I only hear them in remembering;
The dark enfolds the moon-road on the sea.
Foreign sun, take pity on my plight:
Make me forget the silent empty night.

[It was going to be a sonnet, but he ran out of time. He kind of wishes he'd chosen something shorter.]

[zanarkandian]

[Tidus nods along. Hearing everyone else's work sure is an experience. He's felt joy, wonder, sadness...but this particular poem inspires a sort of thoughtfulness.]

That's really good. You kind of get lost in it...but it's familiar too. And old, somehow.

How long does it take to find the words?

[wheretheresawill]

Oh, thanks. I'm glad you like it. [What is taking compliments? Scary, is what.]

A long time. The poem was supposed to be longer, but I ran out of time.

[zanarkandian]

Heh. I definitely get it. It's not easy, but. You definitely brought me back to that feeling.

Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to see mine? I mean. I'm definitely a lot better at blitzball than poetry, but...I thought I'd try.

[wheretheresawill]

...I'm kind of sorry. [It's not a great feeling to have.]

I'd be happy to! I don't think any of us but Monika are really used to writing poetry.

[zanarkandian]

Don't worry, I'm used to it! And, uh. Here.

[He passes over a sheet projecting more confidence than he feels.]