PONDEROUS PHILOSOPHY

This began as a word game with my writer's group

Staring into the blue expansion

Old Sol and I vis-a-vis

Aeolus isolates me

As I ponder my existence

I am full of questions

But the answers are slow in coming

What is the use of a blessing

When its purpose is unknown?

Has our Elder Brother abandoned me?

Why am I so unworthy?

Author's Note

Aeolus is the God of the Winds, Old Sol is the personification of the sun

Reviews

[Samuel Riverside]

Very interesting poem. I especially enjoyed "What is the use of a blessing. When its purpose is unknown."
I can't say I know for sure what you meant by "Why am I so unworthy?" However, I have asked this question many times in the small amount of years I have lived. Very well written. I look forward to your other writings.