This is a fantastic piece. And although it appears to be written well, I was pulled along with the story so I wasn't paying attention to the writing itself so much as what was being said. The power of the poem is that it sets the mind contemplating these countdowns, and that contemplation doesn't end with the last line. It continues. I found myself thinking "Yeah, how many countdowns? Would I want to know how many I have left." But then, I started thinking "What about the countdowns that we don't get to countdown, so we don't know when it will end? Like when will we have our last goodbye with our grandparents, parents, spouse, children? When will be the last time our children hug us in front of their friends without embarrassment?" You get the idea. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but my point is that the momentum of the poem continues and the idea lingers.
This is a fun poem. I really enjoyed the rhythm of it. I think I anticipated a part with at least one line where you showed the poem being fed words, maybe even ridiculously long words to try to satisfy its hunger. Besides that, the only line that didn't sit quite right with me was "And I don't either, and that's the short of it." I think it's partly the repetition of the word "and," but that's not the only reason. Something kind of stops the rhythm midway through it. You could try something like "I certainly don't, and that's the short of it."
Anyway, it's a fun poem the way it is, and it may have already served its purpose for you. I enjoyed having the opportunity to read it.
I enjoyed this poem. The dark and dreary atmosphere sets the stage for the impending storm as it creeps across the city. I particularly liked the line, "Still I sleet." For some reason it reminded me of still I sleep, as if the storm is letting us know that it's not quite performing at its full strength yet.
There are a few comments that might make this poem stronger, and they are really minor changes. In the first line the words "Suddenly falling" would get the point across faster if you replaced them with "Plummeting."
The line that reads "that makes branches of evergreens" is cleaner as "that makes evergreen branches."
The line "and inability to drive your vehicles" works better if vehicles is made singular to match the singular "you" from the line above.
I really like the juxtaposition of the destruction of the storm against the beauty left behind, even in the wrecks adorning the streets.
While I like the last stanza, your poem could actually stand without it. The strong line of the poem, and really your ending is "I have produced a panorama of beauty." Everything after that is almost explaining that point. It is quite a lovely poem, so these are just minor tweaks, and the comment on the last stanza is really just something to consider.
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