Twitter Poem: Barn
Barn old,
the wooden sunpoled air hasn’t been hayed in ages.
Still, the quiet soothes.
In the corner,
famished spiders wrap dust like prey.
Creative/Innovation
Barn old,
the wooden sunpoled air hasn’t been hayed in ages.
Still, the quiet soothes.
In the corner,
famished spiders wrap dust like prey.
Trends swing like a pendulum, creating waves of fashion, art, culture, business, you name it…there is a cycle to trends (if not everything). In order to find, uncover and act on burgeoning innovations I visualize this cycle (as the following slides will display) and play with this visualization as a “game.” You can use almost any trend, idea, history, business for this game and see what you uncover.
No cookie mothered this mess of penny fortunes.
Soaked loose paperboats crowd the kiddie pool.
Pry up the daiseys & split.
Undetailed,
the trees shadow- shimmer,
darker than the star dim sky.
These schoolbook pinholes,
the stillest ocean,
churn whisper, turn.
This twilight field.
Lightning bugs spark thriftly, hover.
Over that hill might be the highway,
but crickets dampen air with their lovesongs