DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Stream of Consciousness, by Defne Jule Mutlu

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I love eudaimonically—to pain and ponder,
Then love again—and wonder, awed and aching,
Wherefore this aching? Ah! For distant harmony!
Inherent in thy smile’s a scowl, in palms a slap,
In lips a pout, in feet desire to leave.
Squeeze out my lassitude, fill with elation,
why do you stone my tender-tendoned heart?

The halcyon meadow gleams from April rain,
Bedazzled ‘neath noon’s sun, extolled by sparrows,
yet empty of thee—the dimpled lion, the laughter
that travels to and fro ‘tween islands of seconds,
My never-past, my sigh, my held-in breath,
The drum of thine heart, the echoing ezan:
A peak of paradise, my Lord, resounds as gift;
Praise to you, the most Bountiful, the All-Giving.

I sprightly hop around with feath’ry limbs
To know that you are loved and worthy of it;
The chants of passion travel peak to peak,
like Boreas blowing ‘tween the Delphic mounts.
In valleys rests your temple on my heaving bosom,
There, silent droplets leave my evanescent eyes
And wet your tousled hair, your kiss-warmed cheek,
Blessing thee with sinners’ chance bestowed last time.

I love eudaimonically—to pain and ponder,
Then love again—and wonder, awed and aching,
Wherefore this aching? Ah! My love! For some far-off balance!
Inherent in thy smile’s a scowl, in palms a slap,
In lips a pout, in feet desire to leave.
Squeeze out my lassitude, fill with exhilaration,-
Refrain to do more to my tender heart!

The halcyon meadow, green and growing, gleams from rain,
Bedazzled ‘neath noon’s sun, scanned by singing sparrows,
Still too empty of thee—the dimpled lion,
The laughter travelling ‘tween islands of seconds,
My never-past, my sigh, my held-in breath,
The drum of thine heart, the echoing ezan,
A peak of paradise, my Lord, resounds as gift,
Praise to you, the most Bountiful, the All-Giving.

I sprightly hop around with feath’ry limbs
To know that you are loved deserving of it;
The chants of passion travels peak to peak,
In valleys rests your head on bosom, beneath hand,
There, silent droplets leave my evanescent eyes
And wet your tousled hair, your kiss-warmed cheek,
Blessing thee with ev’ry sinner’s right remaining.