I (Joshua) work in business and believe poetry is what connects ideas to success. Poetry needs to be recognized, nurtured, and fed inside of us, and inside of the things we create. It is alive in business as a daring, pragmatic, curvy conveyor of thought. It must be given its space. It can be felt in people (the users) and the stories, direction, culture, and rhythm they generate and strive to tell the story of. Creating, nurturing, and maintaining a business (or any entity), is the process of telling its story.
Poetry is about listening. There should be nothing scary about listening. If - for whatever reason - you feel listening is scary, let your fear be a blank page.
Joshua lives in Tucson, Arizona, under the glorious stroke of the Sonoran Sun.
From the collection Trespasses Forgive Us, the poem below is of the desert. Apollo is a deity of Greek and Roman origin, recognized as the God of Archery, Music and Dance, Healing and Disease, Prophecy and Truth, Sun and Light, and Poetry. The sun is a star and a symbol for Apollo.
This poem is number 3 in the collection Trespasses Forgive Us -
APOLLO'S
Each day the star draws closer; in honor
of his arrival, games have been declared
for the competition of his heat.
As the sun arrives: mountains scatter past the hills,
opening a valley colosseum - where the shades of
life spike for survival, their petals
rolled into swords,
every inch a truthful matter of life - leaning for the light.
All man's make is the color of rust, exposure, fuscous;
they have built nothing to endure; but
the desert is blushing hues, bruised, roiling, golden rod, the sun
dead clouds. Like stone,
the wash of that light,
the shellac of heat; where the sun goes down
nothing catches fire, but warmth is finally felt,
released in exhaust,
a sigh
understood in absence by my bones and this place,
decorated by the fallen ribs of Saguaro