September 4, 2015 
the aRt of ♥
and heat in hate
is broken part
of puck or saint
not soul
not sign
just common plaint
on down the line
from low to great
its mimicry
beyond charade
true–different climes
refute its weight
still
timbRe
falls
at
silent
gate
unheard
(by all)
a would-be state
a wisdom that
could satiate
that long defined
a
torn
embrace
a filial
base
or learned mate
persistent
~roar~
will resOnate
with rest of Pride
within the 8
refusing lie
of tannic fate
from water
–wine–
a potent
grape.
Charron's Chatter 
Love your use of the word “timbre”, it creates an undisputed image!
You have a good weekend too 😞
I meant 😃, whoops-a-doodle 😉