LAST HOURS

                                                    
from the ridges
echoes are distant strangers
in the harbour


not even poem bridges
fly midnight wings
of escape


my songs are shattered evenings
day-tattered emblems
and hope in ruins
smoking the hour


To the memory of Regis Stella, a worthy and learned colleague, novelist, critic and friend.

                                                                   

UNFOLDING LIKE PETALS

THE WAY WE SEE PAPUA NEW GUINEA LITERATURE

To our valuable viewers. The second poem that appeared herein, written after Robert Frost's THE ROAD NOT TAKEN, was deleted at the request of the author. This is because the late Dr. Regis Stella deserves a better tribute poem by way of sentiment. We are still looking for a suitable poem as a substitute. Any offers on this would help us a great deal.