Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Daybreak Prelude

Flashing lights and glitter
In the wee hours of the morn
Strange variety of critters
Walking about the streets

Suspicious characters
Nothing like the daytime breed
Nocturnal creepy crawlers
Lurking creatures of the dark

Till sunrise washes over
And the receding tide
Sweeps clean the streets
Under a most forgiving sun



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Geoffrey Brewer January 21, 2019 at 12:05 AM You have created some effective disturbing images of the night, to be resolve and cleansed by an equally effective image of dawn. A pleasing poem, Line Line Gauthier January 21, 2019 at 7:01 AM I've presently vacationing in Las Vegas where this phenomenon is most evident. but the transformation at dawn doesn't happen magically... it's executed by a diligent cleaning crew.

M. L. Kiser January 20, 2019 at 8:26 AM This was such great imagery that I had to "fav". Luv it. Line Gauthier January 20, 2019 at 4:23 PM Thank you so much, ML, for your most appreciated visit and compliment.

Timothy Mcguire January 19, 2019 at 9:28 PM My work day ends at 4 am every day in an urban setting. I have seen some of these critters and hope they don't see me. A very interesting idea for a poem. I very much like it. Line Gauthier January 20, 2019 at 1:41 AM 4am in the morning is just about the specific time I am talking about. Brrr...

Ann Gilmour January 19, 2019 at 8:00 PM That is so true Line, such clever imagery painting a rather scary picture and I love your line 'nocturnal creepy crawlers'. In London recently after seeing a show, your poem describes my feelings exactly as I hurried along to my hotel! Kindest thoughts Ann xx Line Gauthier January 20, 2019 at 1:41 AM That's when we appreciate just staying home to watch the tele...

Sunlite Wanter January 19, 2019 at 6:32 PM Yes, city in the morning is a strange wakening and finding a new place to be. Your poem is indicative of the disappearing night people. Line Gauthier January 19, 2019 at 7:04 PM I was in Las Vegas when I wrote this. It is some creepy!