#questioningexistence
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
Old promises. Sweetly said
Promises. Sweetly said;
In midair:
A refrain:
We do what soulmates do, and—on with life.
…How many poets are gone…? Tons.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
When you are, actively, seeking God;
How God may find you.
“Jump(ed) up on a hickory stump”,
And He had a way of finding you.
Some fiddle is important
For the second half of the show.
It was, either, you, me, or him.
And we quietly found the sun in a hush.
The boy is not in a rush for this to end.
And it is not about winning,
Unless your soul was on the line,
But at, at least, he got the golden fiddle.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
We’ve [all] gone [too] far—
Reached the tippity-top.
Of a plane.
Of a satellite.
Of a mountain.
The [highest] to go [in life]
Above
Life
Like an Angel just made
Or an Angel creating another Angel—
“How many Angels can dance on the edge of a pin?”
I say “edge”, as in, we are all on edge
:The fringes of society
Trying to make sense of it all
:The dangers, and how we are all drawn to
The end.
Like a pen to it’s period.
At the end,
Though,
It is just “farewells for now”.
Like a fair-weather friend
Knowing the end
Of the[/this] relationship.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
…We can physically heal.
…So, can brains heal/hearts heal/heartstrings heal?
…We, literally, completely, shed our cells every seven years, so I hear.
…But, I have, also, heard that we are close to being unrecognizable
…From ourselves, and, especially, by other people
…Every twelve years. …So, do our cells regenerate
…Within that timeframe? ...Instead of seven?
…Is it twelve?
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
When you can see your breath
Which makes you wonder
How many generations
Dealt with the cold
That same cold
That you feel.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC
Do I have more, or
Thicker connections,
Because I am a poet?
Do I have more, or
Thicker connections, because
I am a poet?
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC