‘Unexploited Providence’: A Poem by C.B. Anderson
Unexploited Providence “Why am I here?” I was afraid to ask, While walking—half asleep—this land of wonders. So, stumbling ...
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I love this poem, Paul, because of how well it describes and explains one of the most uniquely beautiful places…
Joe, I love your interpretation - as far as I'm concerned" a gold-digging young gigolo who attaches himself to a…
Urszula, what an imaginative limerick! That is something Poe might have done! Sorry to be so late seeing this.
Agreed, Urszula! Thank you for commenting.
When I was in the U.K. I heard that "poodle" could mean a henpecked or subservient husband, and by extension…
