“On the trembling of time {comes}words of wonder”
Marshal Gebbie
*heart races,
not a nice tick tocking
but a rumbling tumbling thrombombing,
making heartfelt thanks seem tepid,
as trite, from repetition, even if genuine*
*the conceptual, that words of gratitude mine,
can make time to tremble,
makes me to
wonder why am I
shaking shivering
for no obvious reason…*
wait, another gratitude poem,
please god no,
just know,
*that the waters I draw upon,
are contained in your wells,
so let me congratulate you,
your are the concept creator,
the strategist, scientist,
the architect of grandeur schema,
serving up delicacies in single words.
weaving ideas in abbreviated phrase,
authoring formulas for explication,
propping theorems and notional potentials*
me,
at best a working stiff technician,
or lower still,
the draughtsman,
with chewed on pencil,
eraser reduced to a nubble stubble,
*charged with implementing,
your charges and discharges
into an informed format,
so once more,
for the road,
my thanks
is freely given
to those who set up challenges
daring me to tremble with time,
when I awake to read your messages,
looking for your gold
in those treasure chests
to mallet and scalpel into
a poetic work*
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9:oops Tue Dec 16 2025
~third night of Chanukah
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
“On the trembling of time {comes}words of wonder”
Marshal Gebbie
*heart races,
not a nice tick tocking
but a rumbling tumbling thrombombing,
making heartfelt thanks seem tepid,
as trite, from repetition, even if genuine*
*the conceptual, that words of gratitude mine,
can make time to tremble,
makes me to
wonder why am I
shaking shivering
for no obvious reason…*
wait, another gratitude poem,
please god no,
just know,
*that the waters I draw upon,
are contained in your wells,
so let me congratulate you,
your are the concept creator,
the strategist, scientist,
the architect of grandeur schema,
serving up delicacies in single words.
weaving ideas in abbreviated phrase,
authoring formulas for explication,
propping theorems and notional potentials*
me,
at best a working stiff technician,
or lower still,
the draughtsman,
with chewed on pencil,
eraser reduced to a nubble stubble,
*charged with implementing,
your charges and discharges
into an informed format,
so once more,
for the road,
my thanks
is freely given
to those who set up challenges
daring me to tremble with time,
when I awake to read your messages,
looking for your gold
in those treasure chests
to mallet and scalpel into
a poetic work*
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9:oops Tue Dec 16 2025
~third night of Chanukah
no false modesty implied or intended
———
Woven on balms of silk
It wafts forth
On the trembling of time.
Words of wonder,
A zephyr of quiet gifting
see too
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3889058/marshal-gebbie-stunning/
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