' ' ' Love Is Like A 147(For Max) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
' ' ' Love Is Like A 147(For Max)
Your death
lay hidden
waiting for me
curled up in the telephone
jumping out
as my mouth
mouthed the words.
“Yes...yes...I
understand! ”
I, understanding
nothing.
Trapped
inside this silence
unable to believe
the realness
of your smile
becoming
only
a memory.
The sound of your laughter
in my mind
starting the tears.
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Casting around for words for a Valentine’s Day card(we had been making fractal constructions) we finally decided to go with Max’s definition of what Love is..
This was highly coloured by Max’s all abiding love for snooker and his hero Ronnie O’ Sullivan.
The card now read: “LOVE IS...LIKE A 147…
IT CLEARS THE TABLE FASTER THAN A RONNIE O’ SULLIVAN.”
A 147 being the biggest break you can get in snooker.
Max had the most amazing energy and delight in life…he lived fully in the moment.
The world is a lonelier place without his love of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:05:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this transformation of smile into laughter, the cerebral perception triggering the tears .It is like analysis of a mechanism by which the spirit is turning into the matter.well written 10++