Love

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The poem's central conceit—love measured against the ocean and found larger—gives the piece a clear organizing image, and the early return to it ("There could be no ocean as vast, / As the love shared with me") lands as a deliberate turn rather than mere repetition. The choice to first entertain the ocean as a match, then reject the comparison, gives the opening stanzas a small arc of thought that is more interesting than a flat declaration would have been.

The strongest moment is the line about sitting with hands in the ground while starting to scream. It is the one place where the poem stops naming love in the abstract and shows it through a body doing something specific. That physical detail carries more emotional weight than the surrounding statements because it lets the reader infer the feeling rather than being told it.

By contrast, the earlier descriptors—"deep and pristine," "clean and as cast"—stay at the level of assertion, and "cast" in particular is hard to follow, since it is unclear whether it points to something thrown, shaped, or discarded. Choosing a word whose meaning is unambiguous, or replacing the string of adjectives with one more concrete image like the hands-in-the-ground line, would let the ocean feel present rather than merely praised.

The ending gestures toward complication with "no one way street," which suggests reciprocity or difficulty, but the phrase arrives as idiom rather than image and then resolves quickly into "what I need." Since the poem has already shown love as something that both breaks the speaker down and tells them to stand up, that tension is the poem's real subject. Naming what the two-way exchange actually costs or gives, in the same concrete register as the screaming line, would let the close earn its resolution instead of stating it.

One line-level note: the long central lines about "stand up" and letting the speaker breathe run considerably longer than everything around them. If that expansion is meant to mirror an emotional swell, it works; if not, tightening them would keep the poem's rhythm steadier against its shorter, chiming lines.

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This poem is about love, but while it's quite pretty, it never really leaves the devotional abstract register into something more concrete.

The image of the ocean as a comparison to love has promise. You use it to point to the depth of the speaker's love, but we don't really see it used much beyond that.

If this were my poem (and it isn't, so this is just a suggestion) I think a good subject for it would be a moment that focused on the scream mentioned here. Let the love shine through a moment (like the scream) or an image described concretely (like the sea), and it won't have to announce itself.

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Thank you for sharing this poem. I enjoyed reading it. I tend to agree with what Nathan said. Please continue to work on showing not telling. I battle with that myself. It takes practice but you will conquer it!!

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