Gradually he fades
The while his shadow
Reaches to evade,
A place he’ll inhabit
On the requisite day,
Though seen surreal
He means find a way,
Past the darkness
Of an endless silence!
Poetry on a Canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a Canapé 
Yes, seen surreal. Unbelievable really. Great poem.
Hey Paulette, thank you for this. It pleases me no end the way you always pick up, and zero in so on a piece I write that falls in realm the abstract or expressionism. It reminds that my dear friend and I are and remain on the same wave length. It’s a very nice feeling indeed. Jean-Jacques