100 Words: As Above, So Below

Barely a bit of feathers-and-fluff, he pours his heart out tonight, steady and strong.

The wood thrush is somewhere far above me (oh, so true) and his sparkling sound falls down in sheets of white stars, spilling shakers of light over stray concerns of the day. 

His shooting sprays of star-light set free the sound of cheerful confidence, vigor, a buoyant life. The luminous and uplifted collective heart.

When this spotted pile of feathers lets loose, no molecule of mine can shuffle mindlessly aside pretending to be unqualified.

After dusk, his work is done. Hearts scrubbed shiny, minds crystal clear.

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Terri Crosby

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    Colleen

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    My favorite song bird. I loved this poem/description. As I lay here listening to Tampa highway traffic outside, I’m transported to the North Carolina woods for a moment.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thanks, Colleen! Such a contrast, Mr. Wood Thrush and the traffic! Hopefully, his song cuts right through to you. love, Terri

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    shiner

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    Such lovely imagery.
    Thank you for sharing the sparkles of light with me.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thanks, Shiner. One evening Mr. Wood Thrush was really close — I was on my deck and he was in the tree right above me and that’s when I (especially) felt the sheet of stars…

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    Lynn Pentz

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    Ahhh the music of the poet meets the sweet song of nature’s delicate kisses. Thank you, Terri, once again, for simple reminders and glorious pleasures…

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thanks, Lynn! I appreciate it! Love across the miles… :–)))

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    Liz L

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    So lovely Terri, thank you for sharing his song.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, dear. Hugs coming your way. love, Terri

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    Keldwyn Teves

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    Terri, this poem reads like a longish Haiku. Your 100 word series…are they EXACTLY 100 words?? … are remarkable and merit publishing. Do you have enough of them to make us a book? You are such a gift in the lives of so many…
    ox
    Keldwyn

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      Terri Crosby

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      I do have enough of these to make a book, or will soon! And yes, each one is EXACTLY 100 words. Thank you for your encouragement. love, Terri

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    Joyce

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    🎶 LOVE IT ! ! !

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    Va Boyle

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    Oh, I can hear him as I read your words. He does have a way, doesn’t he? Thanks so much Terri for bringing us this burst of vividness. Love, Va

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      Terri Crosby

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      Va, I always love to hear what you have to say! Thanks for your feedback! Love, Terri

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