Poems Niedengarasse

Annette Marie Hyder
I always drink too much

Is it the Irish in me? Or the French?
I always get inebriated
with thoughts and ideas
intoxicated
with emotions
 
three sheets to the winds of imagination.
I always drink too much
with my eyes.


I Only Have Nine Hearts


And five of them are broken.
Your charms sneak around me on clever mice feet
Catching my attention that I in turn may catch you
But my sixth heart is beating that the catnip pleasure of you
Is all in the chase.

Annette Marie Hyder is a freelance writer, and a contributing editor to  Poems Niederngasse.  Her work has been published in numerous online and print journals.  Annette sees life as a poem that is constantly altering its form to accommodate one's world view/experiences: sometimes a sonnet, sometimes haiku, sometimes graffiti on a wall. She believes that in love you should not say it with flowers, you should say it with words. Diamonds, however, are always acceptable.  email: A.M.Hyder 

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