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Manila Review - Poem Spring 2005 - Apr May June |
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Mark Stellinga American Poet from Iowa |
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The Tiniest Trace by Mark Stellinga Source: Phonetical Imagery, (2004), #20 I think I will set me a camp in these woods, But I'll not build a fire or a tent. I'll sleep 'neath the tree that is sheltering me, And you'll know not the way that I went. I will not take a stone from its' place on the ground, I will not cut a plant from its' root. There'll be nothing more than there was when I leave, and I'll take but the dust on my boot. In the morning I'll wake to the sun as it sifts through the trees to the earth where I lay. I'll move to a place that I never have seen, new beauty and wonder, a new place to stay. When I feel it would change how things are if I stayed, I decide not to visit that place. And when I am leaving a spot where I've been, I will cover the tiniest trace. ---------------------------------- For Breaking Off an Affair by Mark Stellinga Source: Phonetical Imagery (2004), #49 You have my heart and you have my love so you wonder why I cry. You ask me what the tears for, at last I'll tell you why. When someone loves somebody like the love I have with you, But has another waiting back at home what can you do? These late night calls and meetings can't go on, it isn't fair. Our hearts will only break one day, and though you know I care, The time has come to let it go, there is no way to win, I won't be calling you at night, we will not meet again. Someday you'll understand this dear, and why it has to be. I'll always love you deep inside, and hope that you'll love me..... ------------------------------------------------- (Copyright(c) 2004 by Mark Stellinga) Do you like the poems of Mark Stellinga? Do you want to buy Mark Stellinga's poetry book Phonetical Imagery ? a. Contact the editor of Manila Review at manilareview@yahoo.com b. Visit the Bookstore of Manila Review. Manila Review Bookstore. ---------------------------- |
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About Mark Stellinga Mark Stellinga is a businessman in antique dealership with his wife Connie. He published an antique catalogue in 2003. Mark released his first poetrybook "Phonetical Imagery" in 2004. |
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