We rested helpless,
lost below a listless sky,
no moon, no noon
no stars to mar its grayness,
no screams
no dreams to bless
us from this ceaseless agony
this rootless
void of nothingness.
We wasted less,
we mended socks,
made marmalade
and lived on less
but wanted sex.
Now longer homeless
we’ve found a wordless
lust to live as one
since two is more than less.
Blue Lovers by Marc Chagall
Today we are writing on words ending on less with Laura at dVerse, I used quite a few. I was a bit inspired on the Poem No! by Thomas Hood.
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December 3, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is excellent Bjorn! Funny, we both used shades of blue…
Such a beautiful painting and a somber before and after poem.
I love that middle stanza. The whole poem feels very November-y to me – that listlessness, that emptiness. You end on hope and love, a great place to end.
I told you it was a good poem 🙂
I like your random rhyming.
It was… and what a great inspiration, even if it was only a few words I used…
You used the spirit of the poem and you made it your own.
interesting format, like it!
Masterful use of all the “-less” words! Proof that indeed less IS more.
I love your rhyming and you ended on the upside!
You leave us with hope. A wonderful place to be left.
Two is more than less… yes it is always good to have someone to connect with …
That’s the first time I’ve seen that Chagal painting and I have fallen in love with its blueness, Björn! The way you’ve used the ‘-less’ and ‘-ness’ words gives the poem an ethereal feeling, to which ‘no moon, no noon’ adds. I also love the internal rhymes ‘screams/dreams’ and half rhymes in the stanza that brings us back to earth:
‘we mended socks,
made marmalade
and lived on less
but wanted sex’.
I enjoyed this journey Bjorn thank you
Much more! Great wordplay (as usual I might add) (K)
Nice last line: “since two is more than less.”
Yes, two is more than less! My restless inner editor is wondering if “Now” of final verse should be “No”?
The rhythm of this poem is wonderful.