A Writer's Notebook, Day Three-Hundred-And-Twenty-Four

My work today went rather well.  Both this morning and this evening, I found that I was able to write my poems with some ease, and didn't spend a long time, as I have many days of late, waiting for something to take shape.  As well, I feel that the poems were rather good, as well.  In addition, some ideas are coming into shape for me, that I am rather excited about.

As I have suggested in previous posts, I have felt that I've been digesting ideas and approaching a new understanding or perspective.  A number of very interesting ideas have begun to surface, finally.  These are rather large ideas, and I am still not entirely clear about them, but it is coming together.  One part of this is actually to do with an idea for a poem that is something I've been hoping to be able to do for some time, but which I hadn't had a clear handle on.

Now, this is not about a specific poem, though at present I am finding a specific idea is taking shape, but about a way of creating what I hope will be a certain kind of experience for the reader.  In specific, I am aiming to create a kind of poem that causes the reader to become somewhat immersed, imaginatively, within the narrative of the poem.  None of this is particularly easy to explain, but I am beginning, on some level, to see a way towards that goal.

As well, I've had some rather large thoughts that I think will be the fodder for future poems, ideas that are really interesting and require a lot of very deep thought.  These are not specific ideas about writing, but instead are other areas of interest, musings, even thoughts about recent discoveries in physics, or philosophical musings.  It may well be that the lack of this kind of creative thinking was a larger part of my recent feelings about my work, and I am hoping that this new burst of intellectual curiosity is the thaw I have been waiting for.

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