To celebrate, here is a poem that for me fits also in the innovation and improvement workplace. Poetry is about disconnecting the brain and triggering feelings. Does the poem below mean anything to you? What can we learn from it about how it feels to be an innovator?
The Viola
Your mauve face
squared to the sun,
velvet soft, centred with cream
atop delicate stalks.
- a wild viola.
Alone in the cracks of
the flagstones
thrusting between cement crusts
strikingly out of place
- a solitary
beacon.
I watch as pedestrians
acknowledge you,
stepping aside, bowing to your
bravery;
you bruise gently
- a defiant
messenger.
You shiver as the
shadows pass.
I came back the next day;
you
had hung on
- a dusty
viola
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