Tossing and turning, creative unrest. . .

‘the simple adventures of everyday life’ is a collection of creative thoughts and ideas that have kept me up at night. Included, are Original Hand-Made Wedding Invitations, cards, photographs, poetry and short stories.

My Dad was an extremely creative man, an artist, who lost many a nights sleep because of planning and building in his head….I’ve found that I’m exactly the same way. On many occasions, as I tried in vain to fall asleep, I had to get up and write down an idea…or perhaps a line of poetry, that if I indeed eventually would drift off, I was sure to forget by morning.

I have always loved weddings! My obsession has taken me to some wonderful collections (vintage wedding photos & wedding cake toppers, and maybe a few vintage wedding gowns....but that's another story). . .and recently, to designing custom wedding invitations under the name 'CaroleKancarDesignStudio'.





27 January, 2011

Butterflies Last Flight

Last summer as I walked the beach searching for treasures, I noticed that the shore, the sand, and the rocks, were strewn with dead butterflies..they were everywhere....it was the weirdest thing to see....and so very sad.  It seemed as though they're demise might have been because they got caught up in the surf.  I started to write a poem in my head.....this is the result of that.


Follow me to the azure sea,
to white sands rich and warm…
with tiny shells, and weathered glass,
washed up from storm to storm.

Follow me to sun kissed cliffs,
to rocky, cozy, nooks,
where fossils are a lasting print
like pages on stone books.

Follow me to frothy waves,
that sing a soft, sweet sigh...
We’ll dance on balmy breezes,
pay homage to the sky.

Follow me to endless dreams,
to what is meant to be.
We’ll take a breath, we’ll bow our heads..
surrender to the sea.
Posted by Carole Kancar at 12:53 PM

1 comment:

eric kancar said...

LOVE LOVE LOVE this post and these photos...even in death there can be beauty. love the soft kite like contrast against the hard rocks. reminds me of a poem i wrote a while ago:

#78 a death of winged flight by eric kancar

a prototype perhaps.
a change in biology maybe,
after all these years.
a test-pilot of sorts,
for darwinism, only without the selfishness.
failing miserably for the greater good, why else?
and looking more like a tattered kite caught in a tree
(how do you end a poem about a dead butterfly?)

January 28, 2011

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