Placebo effect

Afternoon has settled down

Everything doused in amethyst

So many lives in this town…

But there’s only one that I cannot resist.

 

Chocolate and cigarettes are kissing my soul

Instead of you.

Mirages and scraps of invocation keeping patrol

But I know it’s not true…

 

Ghosts are reflections of our thoughts…

Then I guess you are mine.

Because my heart envisions a loss

That never existed. I hope I’ll refine…

 

 

Reviews

[R Smith]

that first stanza is so beautiful Ana, there's a great sense of loss and sadness here and you write so beautifully, its just fantastic......I see you had that camera working again :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very very much Richard, and yes....that camera :)

[Chris]

amethyst afternoons
Very well constructed, i enjoyed the rhythm.
The second stanza stands out the most.
"Mirages and scraps of invocation keeping patrol."

Was it intentional that you crossed out the end of the last line?

[Ana B.]

yes it was intentional, thank you for stopping by Chris.

[Nene]

everything doused in amethyst.... I loved the mystical effect caused by the word amethyst....
Thanx for sharing

[Ana B.]

i love amethyst as well, thank you very much Nene :)

[Emily]

I love that first line!
Well done!

[Ana B.]

thank you my dear friend :)

[Jennesis]

I think sometimes the grief of the loss can be so much, that it feels unreal, but those ghosts that appear, they are scary and leave us with chills. Beautiful images here~

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Jennesis

[Prashant Rajput]

excellent poetry it reflects your creativity upto a lot...'ghosts are the creation of our thoughts,Then I guess you are mine' are very meaningful lines.I enjoyed it.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much.

[Lyndy]

I love this poetry, it well describes the poet's feelings and it's beautifully written. :D

[Ana B.]

Thank you a lot Lyndy!

[ANTO]

To me the speaker is trying to undo a self-created illusion. The original crafting of said 'mirage' was so carefully done, so thoughtfully and wholeheartedly entered into as to fool the very heart of the creator - a Frankenstein's love-monster tale, if you will.
The strike out text at the end shows how half-hearted the speaker is in their quest to undo what must have been the ideal; the ultimate crush because they were the one who fashioned the object of their desire, in their own mind.
Love this...Ana

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the insight my dear friend :)

[AaronFreitas]

"Chocolate and cigarettes are kissing my soul
Instead of you."

Thats an awesome phrase.... provides such insight to the emotions you are feeling. Great work!

[Ana B.]

Thannk you Aaron :)

[Confuser]

Fabulous as always. You're a brilliant writer Ana B.: Thank you - I love it all - Riveting and powerful.
Ghosts are reflections of our thoughts…
Then I guess you are mine.
Because my heart envisions a loss
That never existed. I hope I’ll refine…

[Ana B.]

Thank you my dear and wonderful friend :))