poetry

lenten journal: word search

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

04 Mar 2021 — 1 min read

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Between a recuperating pup who has left us a bit sleep deprived, a work load that has been unrelenting, and the ongoing wear and tear of the pandemic, I found myself looking for words to say tired.

word search

I’ve been told the Inuit have fifty-something words for snow its actually more like ten the words help mark the difference between

snow falling snow on the ground crystalline snow on the ground snow used to make water ice in general freshwater ice, for drinking slushy ice by the sea

this season of unending isolation and frustration has me looking for ways to say how tired we are turns out we have our own blizzard of vocabulary

exhausted fatigued spent drained beat distressed worn out pooped enervated done in dog tired run down wrung out drained done for

I heard a woman say “I’m so tired that I feel like I’ve been hit in the back with a dead cat” none of the sentence made sense except I know how she feels

Peace, Milton

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