Written for David’s Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Hope is our PoW this week; her prompt is
to write a 10-20 line Dinggedicht poem.
Here’s where the prompt took me.

It does not remember the shore it erases.
It carries no grief for the drowned.
It moves as a thing that has always been moving,
grey under clouds, green under the sun,
indifferent to both.
At its surface, light is broken and scattered ….
the evidence of depth is the darkness beneath.
It breathes without lungs, swells without effort,
opens without invitation.
What falls into it is altered.
What crosses it is altered.
What watches it too long is altered.
It does not offer this.
It simply continues, turning the same water
over and over, older than we could ever imagine.
NAR©2026
#W3
Nancy’s Notes: A Dinggedicht (German for “thing poem”) is a poetic form, popularized in the early 20th century, that focuses on a detailed, objective description of an animate or inanimate object. It attempts to let the object speak for itself through a detached, third-person perspective, moving away from subjective emotions to find the essential nature of the “thing”.
This is “Echoes” by Pink Floyd
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Beautiful 💜
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Thanks much, Willow 💜
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Love your astute observations on the ocean, almost as indifferently done as the ocean you described… I especially love these lines: “What falls into it is altered.What crosses it is altered.What watches it too long is altered.”Thank you for sharing 🙂
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After a lifetime living on or near the water, I feel like I know it pretty well, but that’s really just a delusion because no one knows the water and if we think we do, we are courting danger. My husband, the fisherman, taught me long ago to respect the ocean because she’s a fickle mistress who will change on a dime. Thank you, Hope, for this wonderful comment. It is much appreciated. 😌
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Indeed, and I couldn’t agree more!
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Water but not just water but an ocean! A single drop is powerless but in unity with all the drops becomes a force unto itself!
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Very nicely put, Val. I was taught at an early age to respect the sea and take nothing for granted. It can be calm and gentle one minute and a tsunami the next. Thanks so much for reading and leaving a comment. 😌
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The opening lines pulled me in! This is beautiful and deep as the ocean, perfect.
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Such a lovely comment, Lisa. Thank you very much.💙
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I would love to use your beautiful poem as an epigraph for my water book, if I ever get around to publishing it, Nancy.
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I’d be honored, Jim. Thank you! I hope you send me a signed copy.
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Absolutely.
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Perfect, Nancy, I may just read this as I take my daily stroll along the shore tomorrow.
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We are so fortunate to live near the water. Thank you, dear Keith; enjoy your walk tomorrow.
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Excellent
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Thank you so much, Sarah. Judging by your profile picture, you are a lover of the sea as well. Thanks for stopping by today.
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Brilliant! I so miss the ocean.
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Thanks so much, Heather. I hope you can get to the ocean soon; it is invigorating and relaxing at the same time. There’s no feeling quite like it.
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I agree! Part of me wishes I’d never left.
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I understand that feeling. I have lived on or near the water all my life and I can’t imagine living anywhere else. You’ll get there; you love it too much not to. 💙
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Fantastically glorious imagery … Old man sea is such a charismatic and all-encompassing fellow my dear friend …
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After a lifetime of living on or near the water, I know exactly what you mean. Thank you, my dear friend for your lovely comments and this great musical share 🎶💙
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And yes, I’ve lived near the sea too, Nancy … 💜🎵💙🌏
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😊
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Nancy, I like how your ocean feels so old and alive at the same time, like it’s thinking secret thoughts nobody can hear 🌊
~David
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That’s exactly what the ocean does, David. It’s hypnotic and mesmerizing and has no conception of time. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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🤗
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Expertly written, Nancy. So well done!
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Thanks so much, my friend.
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Powerful Nancy, it feels quite hypnotic 💞
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That’s an excellent way to describe the sea, Suzanne. It is mesmerizing. Thanks very much. 💙
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So beautifully written Nancy.
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Thank you, dear Sadje
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Most welcome dear sister
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Very beautiful Nance – I was floating away with the words and great song to accompany me too🙌
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Buon viaggio, cara Ange! Mille grazie! 💙
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❤️
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