i heard a robin sing in my apple tree
sing loud and clear singing just for me
with his big red breast gleaming in the sun
happy as can be having lots of fun

a lovely little song he began to croon
a lovely melody with such a lovely tune
every note in tune every one  in key
singing loud and clear singing just for me

when he finished singing into the air in he flew
way up high above in the sky so blue
hope he will return to my apple tree
sing again once more his robin song for me

I'm taking too much on
Work, gym, writing, hiking, photography
Heartbreak
Loss of you
Loss of friend
Loss of man's best friend
When do I get to breathe
When do I get to enjoy being me
Pressure
Have your own place
Have your own family
Have your own time
When will I break
What more could it take
Too polite
Too kind
Too forgiving
All the positives
Turned against me
When did having a heart become a liability?

Hello everyone at HP,

Starting this month, we hope to bring something new to Hello Poetry: a spotlight on our fellow poets here in this community.

Each month we will highlight one poet by posting an interview with them complete with a little background, how long they have been writing, what inspires them, etc. We will also highlight a few of their best or favorite poems (with a link to each one).

If you have any thoughts or questions you would like us to include in these interviews or would like to participate, please feel free to let us know via the comments section or direct messaging.

We hope this will be well received and provide a way of getting to know one another better.

Thank you,
Mr. & Mrs. Timetable

she searched for pleasure
ran through all the stop signs
and red lights
and lovers

danced in rain and thunder

a true believer in fate

and in a landscape devoid of whispering trees
i felt her heat

there's peace in madness
freedom in illusions

!laughter and love and neon lights
the visions and strange dreams...sarah

beneath the lids
your eyes grow fixed
on the edge of the dark
on the brink of the void
perhaps finding that elusive peace

(in the cold chrome handles of your coffin
i search for meaning)

The lake a tabletop of glass
The sky a brilliant blue
The newborn sun a blinding blast
Showcasing every hue

Maples leaning out from shore
Admire their colored coats
Swallows dip and dive and soar
As fog lifts from the boats

Each shifting scene begins to die
The moment it is born
Grab your paper, pen and try
Save each before its gone

But have you saved a butterfly
Pinned to paper with a thorn?

Find yourself a friendly fire
Let this poem burn
If its beauty you aspire
To the lake return