Poem-Fractal-Pong (aka we are having a blast)

poca2hontas and me are having a blast doing a poem-fractal-pong. A pong is a thing the fractal-guys like to do, in which one artist hands his fractal over to the next who then transforms it into a new work. Then the second artist hands it back (or forwards to another artist) who again transforms it into a new artwork and so on and so on.

A poem-fractal-pong for us basically means she does a fractal which inspire me to write a poem which is the inspiration for her next fractal etc.


         Tiefsee / Deep Sea (Pong2)Tiefsee
Blasser Schatten gespiegelt gesehen,
Farbschlieren gefischt in der Gischt,
umspült vom Echo der Wellen,
Meintest Du mich zu verstehen.
Doch das Korallenriff
am Grundesgrund
hast Du noch nie gestreift
den Marianengraben nie beben sehen
kannst die Tiefe nicht fassen.
Deep Sea
You saw a pale shadow, reflected,
fished for color striations in spray,
bathed in a silenced wave
you thought it was me you detected.
But the coral reef
at the bottom's bottom
remains yet untouched,
you never saw the Mariana Trench quiver,
can't grip the depth.                Petrified (poem-fractal-pong 4)At some point,
your wave has been petrified,
you simulate change without moving.
Progress
is the wave you break.
This stone
won't move without you.


         Perceived Limitations (Pong 6)We forgot
our futures are not carved in stone.
The structures below our sleepwalking feet
form and reform past recognition
before we ever sense them.
We chose
our circular isolation,
tiny openings
for filtered information
warped and twisted into
subjective perception.
Caught up
in the metallic colours
of attack and defence,
we ignore the vast space
that could be our own,
if only we remembered
how to travel through space-time
by building bridges
in our minds.                 Starship Fees (Pong 8)You parked your starship in front of my door,
clouded in stellar nebulae.
Be aware this is a no-parking zone,
they will charge twice for spacecraft
and dreams are not their currency.
(Their minds can't reach beyond the atmosphere, so they envy your visions.)


         Remedy (Pong10)Velvet black oil on bright porcelain skin.
Does the dark gold soothe your needs
when you stitch it into your veins with pearly pins?
Is that why you enslaved yourself to it,
the poison leaving your skin breathless
and your blood tainted?
You bath in it like it was water,
pour it all over you,
soak in its darkness
and we fear you might finally drink it,
drown in it.
I admit we are scared princess,
afraid of your stained skin,
afraid of the poison you spread over it,
afraid whatever clutched you in its grasp
is contagious and we might catch it from touching you.
But we know the worth of your skin,
the sacredness of your blood.
That's why we can't stand to watch
when you stitch the poison through your skin
marring it with yet another hole
defiling your blood with oil
to feed your metallic parts
that you call “peace-keepers”
but we can't think of as anything but –
weapons.
Weapons to scare off those
that might remedy your needs
in ways the poison doesn't agree with.
Princ                 Stinging Tigers (pong12)We are tigers
panthers graced with stripes
hunting down treasures
rooted in our souls
Stinging bees
that will infect you
with a hunger to survive
and two drops of golden values
Wildcat insects
strong in numbers
a beehive of prowling predators
painstakingly untamed
Run with us
if you can fly
cling to our fur
to learn how to



Follow us at
Our folder at Pongorama: pongorama.deviantart.com/galle…

We pong at a weekly rhythm, so the next fractal will be there next week.