Today we get a smoking-the-pipe high five from one of my favorite poets, Edgar Lee Masters.

Edgar was the first author that awakened me to the importance of silence and what it communicates to us. It is in this silence that we may find the chinks that let the light in, that we may hear the still small voice underneath the chatter of the world. Silence can also be white hot anger or a reflection of intense suffering. There are so many colors to silence.
I hope that you think about silence today. I hope you try it out. Empty your mind and just float. I often have such vivid flashes of imagery when I choose to be silent within.
See if you can inject some silence into your work. Search for what is not said. Can you make your reader pause? Can you still the heart of the observer of your work? I hope you find something surprising, unique, or, even better, profound as you explore the boundaries of silence.
Keep working and come back tomorrow for more of the java.
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths
Of what use is language?
from Silence by Edgar Lee Masters


