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Today is Good for Breathing...
As I kneel before you
for my morning beating...
The dawn comes none too soon
from a night of restless sleeping.
Thanks for your attention, love
I know that it's such a chore.
Here's your morning coffee, sweet.
will there be anything more?
Now, pound my back again,
make for a bloody flow.
Ahhh... that feels so good, yeessss...
Don't Stop! I'll let you know.
Tending to my wounded breath,
blood pressure on the rise...
I leave the royal presence
don my poeting disguise.
The air seems so much sweeter,
breathe deep as I am allowed.
I see outside my window
birds against the fleecy clouds.
Today is good for breathing...
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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neopoet
3 months 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem employs a blend of dark humor and exaggerated domesticity to explore themes of subjugation, ritual, and release. The opening stanza sets a tone of mock-martyrdom, with the speaker presenting themselves as a willing participant in a daily ordeal. The phrase "morning beating" is jarring, immediately establishing a satirical or hyperbolic register. The subsequent stanzas reinforce this dynamic, with the speaker performing acts of service ("Here's your morning coffee, sweet") while simultaneously inviting further punishment.
The poem’s tone oscillates between irony and genuine pathos. The exaggerated language in "pound my back again, / make for a bloody flow" and the melodramatic "Ahhh... that feels so good, yeessss..." suggests a performative masochism, possibly critiquing or lampooning certain power dynamics in relationships. The transition in the fourth stanza—"I leave the royal presence / don my poeting disguise"—introduces a motif of escape and transformation, as the speaker moves from subservience to creative autonomy.
The imagery in the final stanzas shifts from the claustrophobic interior to the expansive exterior, with "birds against the fleecy clouds" and "Today is good for breathing..." providing a sense of relief and renewal. This contrast underscores the poem’s central tension between confinement and liberation.
Formally, the poem uses regular quatrains and end-rhyme, though the rhyme scheme is not strictly maintained throughout. This looseness may reflect the speaker’s attempt to assert control or find freedom within constraints. The diction is colloquial and direct, which enhances the satirical edge but occasionally flattens the emotional impact.
Consider clarifying the intended tone, as the interplay between humor and genuine suffering risks ambiguity. If the poem is meant as satire, amplifying the absurdity or exaggeration could help guide the reader’s response. If the aim is a more serious commentary on power dynamics, deepening the emotional resonance in the speaker’s voice might be beneficial. The concluding image of breathing and open air is effective, but its connection to the preceding domestic drama could be strengthened for greater cohesion.
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scribbler
3 months 2 weeks ago
Hi Gee
Geezer
3 months 2 weeks ago
Thanks Stan...
I did make the change to [none] rather than [not]. I suppose that the AI would say that it is a cliche, but what the hell. It is going pretty good up here in Yankee land, the weather is warming up and drying out a little bit. Looks like that bad weather is headed your way, loads of storms. Be careful of those twisters.
~ Geez.
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Lavender
3 months 2 weeks ago
Today is Good for Breathing
Hello, Geezer,
I had pneumonia, and then pleurisy back in the early '90s. I remember how good it felt for someone to actually beat on my back - quite hard. It seems like this is similar to what you are describing. Wonderful to offer such appreciation for the beautiful weather, and the ability to breathe.
Thank you for this inspiration!
L
Geezer
3 months 2 weeks ago
You are...
exactly right. I have to have the wife beat on my back, before I take my meds, so that they are absorbed instead of just coming out with the crap I cough up. If this piece reaches just one person and convinces them to stop smoking, I will be extremely happy; as for yourself, I'm not so glad that you have had the experience of such labored breathing. ~ Geez.
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Leslie
3 months ago
Today is good for breathing...
I didn't get this at first, but now I see that your wife takes a real interest in your life and health! Great poem with a great message.
Geezer
3 months ago
Yeah...
she has a vested interest in my health, over forty years worth. Thanks for the read and comment.
~ Geez.
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