Tale weaver #275: Fairytale

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This week consider your notion of a Frog Prince story. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/14/tale-weaver-275-fairytale-the-frog-prince-14th-may/

Create the tale of the frog and his longings, desires, and more often his reality.

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Once upon a time there was a frog and none of his family really knew why, but he was the ugliest out of all the frog eggs that were laid. They loved him anyhow, but he knew he was destined to be alone forever.

Now, one day, while hopping through the brush to find a suitable bug and perhaps some cool, soft ground to lay on, Ugly found something he had only heard about in fairytales; it was a mirror. He hopped closer, not sure if someone would be nearby watching him, and he looked into the mirror. What he saw was another frog just as ugly as he was! He was so excited at this point that he hopped around, splashing mud onto the mirror. When he looked again the other frog was gone.

Ugly decided the next day to return to the place where he found the mirror. Maybe the other frog would be there as well! Unbeknownst to him, it had rained during the night, washing the mud off the mirror. Again, he hopped over and looked into the mirror! There was the other ugly frog! Without further ado he told the other frog that if she were able to meet him under the brush so as to have a little privacy, he would be there waiting.

Time passed and no other frog showed up. Ugly was heartbroken. He hopped back to the mirror and saw that there was some sort of crack down the middle. This time when he peered into the glass he saw two more ugly frogs!

Ugly went home knowing that since those frogs were multiplying so quickly, he would soon have a mate of his own.

The End

This weeks #writephoto: Causeway

Written for Sue at: https://scvincent.com/2020/05/07/thursday-photo-prompt-causeway-writephoto/

The horizon

Pink mixes with shades of blue 
blanketing the ocean 
meeting at the horizon. 

Water flows back to the sea 
Knowing where it came from 
Aware of where it wants to be. 

Peaceful harmony 
two worlds collide as they make 
a perfectly straight line.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Photo Challenge #314

woman wearing white dress doing head stand

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: http://Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

My story

Many years ago, I was a lot younger and in better shape. I loved yoga and all of its benefits. I was good at it and loved that too! I am, or was, very flexible and after practicing for probably over a year, I was strong enough to do some of the more challenging poses. I just loved how I felt.

I cannot remember the exact year, but my hip suddenly began bothering me. It ached and hurt when I strained it. It slowly got worse, so bad that I couldn’t even stay in child’s pose because having my hip bent like that became terribly painful.

I went to see numerous doctors. Orthopedists, Rheumatologists, Primary Care…Finally, I found a doctor who specialized in hips (sort of) and found that the labrum in my hip was torn. https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/hip-labral-tear/symptoms-causes/syc-20354873 I had surgery and thought I would be okay.

For two more years I endured so much pain, so much to the point where I finally got the remedy I needed. My hip doctor sent me to a Hip Specialist (there are different levels of expertise in hips) and I found that the previous surgery hadn’t worked like it was supposed to. Apparently, when I had the first hip surgery the doctor removed the torn labrum in hopes that scar tissue would build up in the joint and act as cartilage. Well, it didn’t happen so for over two years it was bone on bone in my hip. So, I got a hip replacement at 45 years old.

Jump ahead to now….I’m 48. My hip still hurts almost all the time. It healed perfectly and looks fine under the xray but the doctor said I need to lose weight to keep the joint from hurting. That is great except too much movement makes other joints also hurt. That is the psoriatic arthritis.

Long story short, I am dying to get back into yoga and do the things I used to be able to do. I just need a way to get there. I will find that way, I know I will. I feel it coming.

Someday, that picture up above will be me, easily stretching, getting warmed up for a beautiful yoga practice!

Thursday Writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/23/thursday-photo-prompt-eve-writephoto/

Monsters in the night

Into the dark night  
with their fire ablaze  
the monsters take flight  
their strength will amaze.  
 
You won’t be safe now  
not ’til they are dead  
We need to stay safe  
and clear in the head.  
 
Fight hard for your life  
it’s all for real  
they don’t care if you  
do hurt or don’t feel.  
 
Don’t say I never  
have warned you before.  
They will show up late 
right at your front door. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

What do you see # 26- 20 April 2020

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/04/20/what-do-you-see-25-13-april-2020-2/

Simon’s voyage

A long, long time ago there was a man who thought that crossing the sea would mean freedom from his king. He planned for many weeks to make sure he had all the provisions he needed. All of this done in secrecy for if the king found out, he was surely going to the guillotine.  

This man, Simon, was young and full of energy. He knew he needed at least four months of food for him and his crew of eight. They would need fresh water and a pit for burning wood.  

When alas the journey began, Simon and his crew were headed West to find new land.  With the raging seas and the storm clouds, Simon knew this was going to be a voyage to freedom, freedom from the king or freedom from life here on earth.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Thursday photo prompt: Otherworldly #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s Challenge: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/16/thursday-photo-prompt-otherworldly-writephoto/

The traveler

He looked and looked  
and he could see  
that the world  
was near empty.  
 
He did not know  
how far he’d come  
and now stuck here  
felt sort of dumb.  
 
Where was he now?  
Where should he go?  
alone in here  
how would he know?  

Oh me, oh my  
he started to cry  
Without some help  
he knew he’d die.  
 
With only one  
pair of pants  
He had to hurry  
he had one chance.  

The night grew dark 
and no one came 
he knew this was 
the ending game.  
 
He lay back down  
upon the sand  
closed his eyes and 
died on land. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday Photo Prompt: Bells #writephoto

Hosted by Sue Vincent: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/09/thursday-photo-prompt-bells-writephoto/

Sweet Scent of Bells

I made my sticks a teepee 
and hoped that they would stay 
I wanted to enjoy the bells 
in case they went away. 

I sat amongst the flowers 
like living in a dream 
the fragrance was as soft as silk 
and smelling like a cream. 

I found myself reliving 
my joyful days of past 
hoping that this sweetness 
was always going to last.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Together: #writephoto

Thank you Sue for hosting! https://scvincent.com/2020/04/02/thursday-photo-prompt-together-writephoto/

As the sun sets…

As the sun sets on the horizon 
we think of the beauty of the day. 
We hope that this night will comfort us 
And that love will guide our way. 

Together we watch the fading sun 
as though we’re saying goodbye 
We hope tomorrow brings us peace 
when the sun lights up our sky.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry