Greg+Poetic+Writing

toc = = = = = = = = = Trapped Lakes = Calm, still lakes lie patiently in the cool morning light, Cold heartless mountains surround them, trapping them from the outside world, The silence is deafening as if something big is going to happen, But still there is nothing.

Mountains in the distance are showered in mist, But it seems as if this valley is safe, as if it’s being shielded, Lost birds in the distance chirp franticly but there are no birds here, Oblivious to the outside world the pools lay waiting.

The deep, dark blue water begins to warm as a faint glistening sun is in the sky, Rays of sun slowly melt the ice on the rocky mountains, A dark shadow of the mountains above can be seen in the reflection of the lakes, But it seems to blend in with all the other shades of blue in the lakes. Jagged rocks slope down dangerously to the lakes, The black and grey shaded rocks make it seem as though it had once been burnt, Cracks in the rock suggest there has been an earthquake, And the cold snow on the side shows this small valley hasn’t had an easy life.



** Wisdom **
 Wisdom is an old, wise, man. He lives in a small, decrepit cottage all by himself but at times it seems loneliness hangs around. He often wears a long silver robe that seems to stop short when it reaches his white slippers. He has a long, snow white beard and long, graceful, white hair that seems to fit perfectly with the wrinkles on his face. You can often see him staring out his small bedroom window at the night sky. He remembers back when he was a young teacher and sometimes to when he was at school himself. Back then were Perseverance and Fear. Perseverance was very helpful and helped Wisdom to get where he is now but he can never remember why he befriended Fear. He was always holding Wisdom back from him reaching his full potential.

Wisdom – son of Inspiration and Creativity

By Gregory

 