The Crescent Moon Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Crescent Moon

Rating: 5.0

The Crescent Moon

tonight when I came back from visiting the sick
I saw the moon waving enthusiastically at me

was it reality or just a fantasy?

the moon was not ashamed
though she was not fully formed

she greeted me enthusiastically
of course, she was lovely

though her body was in crescent form yet
she has already many wonderful reactions as she can get

©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
16 January 2024

The Crescent Moon
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 16 January 2024

What a wonderful poem so spontaneously crafted and beautifully expressed with an underlying message.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

Dear Rose Marie, thank you so much for your TOP Marks and that you put my simple poem to your Favourites

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

Dear Unnikrishnan, thanks so much for your Top Score.

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Marvellous! Great observation skills. Metaphoric too. Loved it. Top score

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

I just wrote here my appreciation for you, but those words have not appeared. How is this possible?

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

Thank you so much for the 5 Stars Full and your compliments, I am happy to see you here again, Unnikrishnan

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 16 January 2024

Liked the picture of the crescent moon attached to this poem. So simple yet very captivating!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

I could not find any Crescent Moon picture on Google, so I have put my own simple drawing and photography

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 16 January 2024

The moon in its every form is a wonder and beautiful. Just like every creation, there is always innate beauty. Thank you for sharing this beautiful and meaningful poem. Top Marks and to my favorites

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 January 2024

Thankfully yours, Sylvia

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