Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Kiss.

One never knows what they are going to come across once they go through old stuff. Like this poem from a Danielle Steel novel of the same title I read a couple of years ago. The unofficial book club I belong to hates Danielle Steel but I love her. I think that her novels make one aware of the tragedies of life and that it isn't a bed of roses.
A single moment,
etched in time,
shining brightly,
like a star in a midnight sky,
an eon, an instant,
a million years pressed into one,
when all stands still
and life explodes into infinite dreams,
and all is changed forever more,
in the blink of an eye.
                    -Danielle Steel
For someone who had an untroubled childhood (I read a bit of her memoirs) she is such a sad soul. I cannot honestly say that I have read a book of hers where I came away with the feeling of warmth and fuzziness in my heart, though the endings are usually as good as expected. My knowledge of literary works may not be so vast for me to say this but, it is rare to find an author of general fiction with most of her work steeped in sadness and sorrow.
I have had the pleasure of reading most of her work and going through the poem from ‘The Kiss’ reminded me of how long it has been since I read anything from her. The last books I remember reading were HRH (Her Royal Highness) and Bachelors. I should pluck up the courage and delve into some of her latest offerings and share poems I come across. I love that sort of thing.

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