One Word Photo Challenge–In Which There Will Be Bokeh

Dear Lily June,

Your mother is no photographer and is barely a poet. But there was something about the concept of bokeh which spoke to me yesterday, a photographic term which refers to the aesthetic, intentional capturing of blur. Forgive me my little offerings, daughter. In the absence of wealth, words are the only treasure I can bequeath.

***

Last Wishes in Bokeh

for LJ

That firework that looks like a weeping willow of light?
When I die, pack my ashes—bone and tooth—into that hollow
body, let me go out with a burst across the night, your eyes,
their inextinguishable grin watching your mother’s flight.

When I die, pack my ashes—bone and tooth—into that hollow
stern, a paper lantern built like a boat, a pyre fit for fireflies,
their inextinguishable grin watching your mother’s flight.
Make mine a Viking funeral in reverse. I’ve already burned bright

as a stern, a paper lantern built like a boat, a pyre fit for fireflies.
Imagine I’m a moth drawn to a bare swinging bulb of moon.
Make mine a Viking funeral in reverse. I’ve already burned bright
as a bokeh blur in a photograph of this life, being your mother.

I am now a moth drawn to the bare swinging bulb of the moon’s
body. Let me go with a burst across the night, your eyes catching
a bokeh blur in a photograph of my life, seeing your mother
become that firework that looks like a weeping willow of light.

***

(And my apologies for being a day late–and always a dollar short–on the photo challenge! I probably got bokeh wrong anyway, so who cares if it’s not timely, eh?)

For what it’s worth, Lily, here’s a much better image of bokeh taken by a real photographer (credited below) and not your clueless mother. See how the blur makes up the background and not the foregrounded image? That’s more it.

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Your mother: leaving beauty to the professionals since 1984.

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19 thoughts on “One Word Photo Challenge–In Which There Will Be Bokeh

  1. bitsfromheaven says:

    Not a poet my arse. Please woman! There were so many inspiring lines! I tried to narrow it down to one in which I could make flow the emotions in which it bubbled up, but alas…my wing would only flutter as I stuck to the bulb like a….
    Well done, and the bokeh effect is wonderful, since from it came this poem.

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      1. bitsfromheaven says:

        I’m trying lol! I got what we call ‘the bug’ in which I’m wanting to crawl under a rock. It’s gone from baby Tank to me, and me to Jay. Hopefully food will stay in soon and I can feel well enough to sit and finish a post. And yes…you owe an email but it’s not bothering me. You have all kinds of commitments Hun! All I have is a toilet to snuggle up to. No worries!

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      2. bitsfromheaven says:

        It’s ok. I do it too. I think on your blog most of all. It’s a thing. I get it. Kind of like how I have followed way too many blogs but the OCD requires me to like and comment on every one, every day. I guess it’s a good things I love the blogs so much! That and I’m up all night anyway.

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  2. Allie P. says:

    The photo does look like an electric weeping willow.

    And in case you didn’t get notifications when I ‘liked’ both of the proceeding comments regarding their disbelief in your whole not a poet line, let me repeat that disbelief a third time in print (which coincidentally means you you are actually seeing 5 instances of disbelief). In other words – hogwash.

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