avatarSarene B. Arias

Summary

The poem "Canaries" metaphorically depicts the emotional journey of regaining one's sense of self and vitality after a period of deep sorrow and loss in a relationship.

Abstract

The poem "Canaries" is a poignant reflection on the aftermath of a profound emotional loss, where the speaker describes the process of mourning and eventually rediscovering their own vitality. Initially, the speaker's tears symbolize the depth of their sorrow, equating the loss of their ability to cry with the death of canaries, a prelude to their own emotional demise. The narrative then shifts to one of rebirth and resilience, as the speaker recounts the journey of emerging from the darkness, rediscovering their capacity for emotion, and reclaiming their identity. The poem culminates in an affirmation of life, with the speaker's tears now representing a renewed zest for living, a testament to their triumph over loss.

Opinions

  • The speaker views their tears as a measure of their emotional investment in the relationship, equating the cessation of crying to a form of emotional death.
  • The canaries serve as a metaphor for the speaker's emotional state, with their silence foreshadowing the impending emotional death.
  • The act of finding and reviving the "ducts" symbolizes the speaker's proactive effort to reconnect with their emotions and resurrect their sense of self.
  • The poem conveys a strong sense of ownership over the speaker's emotional state and life, emphasizing that their aliveness is a product of their own making.
  • The final lines suggest that the speaker's tears, once a symbol of sorrow, have transformed into a sign of strength and life, affirming the speaker's resilience and capacity for renewal.

Canaries

A crying poem

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The tears I cried for us leave me now feeling I have drunk from our love

Eyes wet, throat drenched now sated, I remember what it was to have been so thirsty

The first thing I lost in my losing of me were my tears those tiny secreting cells

Little canaries their silence singing of the death that was to come

They died then I died So it goes

Just yesterday my head crested above those dark waters gasping for air, for life first breath, lungs inflated

Long months, scouring I found again those ducts placed my mouth fleshy upon them breathed them back to life

And now, I am alive You will not take my aliveness from me It is mine

I birthed it, my groan labor, screaming delivery Now it is bone of my bone flesh of my flesh

Now my tears run and I know I am alive my eyes wet with life salty, divine.

Poetry
Personal Growth
Relationships
Love
Self
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