Eli Fleurant ’76 is a poet, philosopher, lecturer, inventor and historian. He created Diaphanism, a philosophy of reason, harmonic social-interaction, positive emotion and well-being. He received a master’s at St. John’s University and has taught at CUNY and Hoftsra University.
Sandy and Mr. Mangrove
Neither oaths, nor sciences
Or man’s stratagem
Dared to halt her fury and rancor.
Before her fierce raid,
She rallied the towering of the ocean,
Emboldening her measure,
Inflating her lungs;
Her bloated cheeks
Gusting the wind
Rushing the monster waves to shore.
There she was, Sandy the savage lover
Lingering, wrecking, taunting.
The tide bursted, ripped free.
Flood, deluge, everywhere!
Then came night;
A tenebrous abyss
Filled the latitude.
And souls espoused nothingness,
The unknown and dark spirits of the elements.
Trees and prides hitherto tall and mighty
Thereon surrendered hubris and heightening.
Fear, tears, anger
Simmering in the torments of the night.
Sneers, curses and prayers
Met with deaf ears.
Mayhem reigns everywhere.
The tempest roars with no yield or pity.
Apocalypse seemed impending.
Sandy the furious nymph,
With her veils, her wretched kisses and rough kicks
Shattering pines, oaks and elms …
Abruptly, she veered to court Mr. Mangrove.
Oohh! Mr. Mangrove!!! She mocked.
Mr. Mangrove, a stern and robust timber
With luring brow.
Sandy paused, stared and stormed with vigor.
The Stoic Tree defied the strike.
In time, the fearless lover, tamed and beguiled
Unwinded her fury and lust
At the shrine of the wooden Centaure.
Eli Fleurant ’76
Oct. 29, 2012
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