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Gray Day Theater

	Late spring  
	and the opening gasps 
	of summer’s blazing promise 
	bring whirling dark clouds, 
	horizontal rain, 
	fierce weather, 
	warning horns, 
	my blackness, 
	downright mean melancholy,
	and warning signs
	worthy of attention.

	I much prefer lazy storms 
	that I can listen to 
	at night in bed 
	after I’ve closed my book 
	(a defense mechanism
	so that the day doesn’t end
	and I’ll not have to live today 
	again tomorrow). 
	It’s neutral in that dark dark,
	my ears fine-tuning my mood, 
	thunder a tympanic counterpoint 
	to the forgetting I know is coming  
	with the assistance of 
	my nightly psychotropic, 
	without which I don’t sleep, 
	without which I 
	descend into despair. 
	My familiar,
	outside of me,
	sits patiently 
	in the chair across the room,
	legs crossed casually,
	cigarette dangling from
	the first two fingers of his left hand,
	waiting for dawn, 
	knowing that the overcast 
	will return tomorrow,
	and I’m his again.
	During these shadowy times 
	my dreams are the old ones 
	of failure and inadequacy
	of such intensity 
	that I force myself awake 
	to make them stop, 
	my pounding heart 
	and short shallow breaths
	Oddly though, 
	bright days don’t always bring 
	an equivalent measure 
	of pleasant dreams,
	say, pastures of flowers, 
	faces I love,
	tints of sweet colors. 
	Instead there is nothing, 
	and I wake knowing only that
	while I slept 
	no psychic comedy played for me, 
	no balance or compensation offered
	for the drama of gray day theater.

Copyright © Jack Jordan

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  1. Date: 5/29/2013 6:06:00 PM
    WOW. Gripping poem with such powerful imagery that it brings depression to a whole new level of understanding for me. This also makes me realize that my tints of gray days are few and far between in comparison to some who who live with "the outside of me waiting in the corner" on a daily daily.

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 5/29/2013 6:20:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Fortunately, it's not like this for me at all times. At this moment, however, I am in the midst of yet another dangerous Oklahoma storm, preceded by two days of growing cloud cover. The term is Seasonal Affective Disorder, so it does pass eventually. Thanks for reading my poem... Jack
  1. Date: 5/29/2013 12:51:00 PM
    I understand. Depression plays in many cruel acts. We place ourselves outside the theater of the mind when we can. Then pray for a day without confliction.

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 5/29/2013 1:59:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you for understanding, Allen. I know what I've written about isn't an unusual phenomenon. Thanks for reading it. Jack
  1. Date: 5/27/2013 7:58:00 PM
    Never have I read melancholy that felt this realistic. Gray Day Theater is not the kind of place I would buy reservations for, but somehow end up going there anyway. Life is a lot of give and take, but on these gray and bleak days it seems it's taking much more than it gives... beautifully sad piece!

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 5/27/2013 8:26:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks, Timothy. It's close to what actual gray days are like for me. Jack
  1. Date: 5/27/2013 10:37:00 AM
    How is the tornado .... is it near you? - Horrific natural forces. - I would not have had a quiet night, with the "Beast" nearby. - A very good poem Jack. - Take good care of yourself and your family. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 5/27/2013 11:16:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    The tornado was ten miles north of us, but it's the third time a tornado has passed through the same town in the past 14 years. The residents of that town rebuild their houses, only to have them blown away again in a few years. It defies logic. All they have to do is move ten miles north or south, and there won't be a threat. All we had was a tiny bit of rain. Thanks for your concern... Jack