you can’t step into the same ocean twice



you can’t step into the same ocean twice

stand at ocean’s edge—
waves crawl in,
fondle the sun-kissed shore.
leave again, filching
fragments of nacre,
grains of sand,
cobalt sea glass.

the world is changed,
unchanging still.

ocean spray seeps
into her empty heart
that counts losses,
dreams of years long past
and loved ones swept away.

her world is changed
though she remains.

I wrote this for dVerse Poetics prompt about change (last Tuesday) and am posting for OLN. Please pay us a visit. The price of admission is a poem of your own…

25 thoughts on “you can’t step into the same ocean twice

  1. 5h2o says:

    I cannot count the number of times I have had similar thoughts walking along the beach. This brings back a lot.

    Thanks for sharing your take on these thoughts. Just lovely.


  2. She remains, but she also changes. Her experiences affect her, even if she is more constant than the world around.


  3. Really enjoyed reading this, nice one


  4. The change that still don’t change.. so wonderful thoughts.. the waves might look the same, but every one is a little different, and every one brings a little change.. Change can still seem like it is changing…


  5. Very true…..things never are the same….still we are there somewhat unchanged with memories and changed with situations…


  6. Vinay Leo R. says:

    Reminded me of one of my favorite quotes, one by Heraclitus.

    “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”

    Quite a beautiful poem, and I liked the choice of photo too, Victoria.


  7. Kathy Reed says:

    Tides pulling in and out, movement of shells, seaweed…indeed, no one sees the same ocean twice….as the sky changes, too, they reflect each each other’s moods, beauty and storms.


  8. At age 5.. at Beach.. i lose a ring out of
    a bubble gum machine..
    out to sea on oceans
    wave.. a memory
    at three.. a boy
    who worships
    the ground
    his father
    to his Mother..
    as boy cannot
    speak then.. to fully
    express.. but with Loving
    eyes.. IT is so sad when the
    ring moves away.. but eventuAlly
    i learn then.. as now.. the onLY Freedom
    IS BE Light’s Truth of ONe’s oWn RinG Free..:)


  9. Mary says:

    “Her world is changed, though she remains.” I think of my mother with these lines….or perhaps anyone who has reached a certain age. I think it is sad when so much of what made up a person’s world is gone….and the person remains. Many of us will probably reach this point. Sigh.


  10. Ayala says:

    Sad and beautiful poem!


  11. Changes are what make life iteresting. A lovely poem.


  12. Abhra says:

    I love that eternal change…I like the metaphor that you can’t go into the same ocean. Beautiful piece Victoria.


  13. Jamie Dedes says:

    Lovely poem of the essential self? Nicely done response to the prompt, Victoria.


  14. Yes, changes are so inevitable.
    So just let bygones be bygones.
    This was a beautiful prompt. I loved It!


  15. Bodhirose says:

    Love this, Victoria. All of life is like the waves, in and out…like the breath, in and out…always in motion and change. It just is.


  16. kanzensakura says:

    Wonderful poem for change. the ocean is so magical and mysterious. How you brought that sense to me of standing at the edge, seeing the bits wash up and wash away. I too like the counting losses and lives lost in her heart. Just a lovely tight metaphor of a poem.


  17. Glenn Buttkus says:

    A strong nostalgic piece; remember when we were kids? We’d stand by the ocean & really had a sense of its magical immensity & spirituality. Today I stand at the wave’s edge expecting oil-drenched birds, Japanese clothes or toys, airplane parts, or a bundle of plastic wrapped garbage to roll in. I like your lines /filching/fragments of nacre/.


  18. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Such a breathtaking verse…… especially the closing lines 🙂
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,


  19. x says:

    The ocean is a place that always brings me comfort n the difficult times. Helping me find rhythm again. And it is always changing renewing as the tides take and deposit. Maybe that is part of the comfort it brings. The more things change the more that stay the same eh?

    How did your book giveaway go V?


  20. Grace says:

    I specially like this part Victoria:

    the world is changed,
    unchanging still.

    I like the metaphor of the ever changing ocean, counting losses & lives lost in her heart ~


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