#dendrites
v e i n s s p l i t
d e n d r i t i c a l l y
hands open into
lineal branches inside
flowing animal waterways
carry Life to further
reaches of time
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
What I feel are rivers filled
with droplets made of life.
Like water, life rushes
over stone, yet wears
through mountains
over many years.
Lakes are memories
met by many rivers.
States of mind
are crossroads,
cross rivers.
Which channel
will I flow through?
How many times?
How deep will
I let it go, before
it becomes so dark
that I cannot see
the bottom?
—
Along the river are trees,
wooden waterways.
They grow with the
flow of the river.
Each new branch, growing,
shedding old leaves, casting
new shade, reaching new light.
New life.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I once saw a poster: “Are your dendrites dying”?
The poster was for alcoholism
And a help line.
But, do our dendrites regenerate?
Or, are we born with a certain amount
That less and less signals go off—synapses—with age?
“Maybe we’re born with it?”
Maybe less synapses are made with age?
Does that mean less dendrites?
My Pop-Pop once asked me what to do
To keep his brain functioning,
Because he was sick of sudoku.
I told him: “Write”.
And, so, he wrote his life-story
In a few essays.
And we are all on the run
To keep our dendrites from dying.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC