GENESIS

by William M. Peaster

There is a flower tree
at the origin of all things

a place where tassel plumes
hang like boughs from just air

blue petals fall to earth
creating a soft court

where rainbow-colored quetzals
oft wander through

here where the great silence
is impenetrable by words

a silence encased by open jade
a chamber far removed

from the mouths
of all men.

Note: You can find "Genesis" and 150 other similar poems in my recently published volume of poems, Phantastikon. You can also read my last post, "The Pianist," on Steemit here.