Ancient Librarian

Thank you so much for the RL, my darling friend.Glad you enjoyed this strange poem of mine.

Xo
John

I loved this, John!
Reminded of a scene from a remake of the Time Machine based on the book by H G Wells.. The main character is unaware that he accidentally travels thousands of years into the future where miraculously, humans still exist; but only after surviving primally for hundreds/thousands of years after the modern era (their past) sent the world into an apocalypse. There are remains/ruins of this (but futuristic /modern to the us ) public library that still exists with a holographic librarian and it's the 'librarian' who reveals to the main character that yes, it's indeed the future that he's in ...and the future's stone age consequences are one of mankind's own horrible making!!
I feel your poem is similar to that feeling I had when being surround by those futuristic ruins from the past... ( oh the paradox of time travel!)

This is some of the best descriptive imagery I've read. It allows the reader to lose themselves in an instant! ... I truly love your imagination, it's so vast, vivid and erudite. Even this small sampling is enough to send minds spiraling into an alternative paradoxical dimension/future... Lol... 😂
I am all about such smart, unique creativity!

Thank you for taking me on your journey, my darling.... What a pleasure!
🌹 💙
-Susan

Oh my sweet love, taking you on such a journey is my heart's dream. Your description of that movie inspires me to look for it and watch it. Love that my poem had that HG Wells Time Machine feel. Thank you for feeling the futuristic ambiance of my poem. The depth of your feeling of my work really puts me in a state of blissful wonder. Each of your impressions gives me a dream state of the imagination. You have given my poem the ultimate review.  And for that, I am forever grateful to you my heartthrob.

XoXoXo
John

Hi Golden,
How are thing's going?

Beautifully penned!

Take care.
X

Wired,

Thank you so much my friend.
I am doing well.

Love that my poem held beauty for you.

Take care,
John

Os. super glad that lines here resonated with you. I thank you from the heart for reflecting on your enjoyment of my poem.

John

dig it, friend.

'Souls gathered like crows
for Archivists to excavate
From the ruins of time'

if not for the keepers of the wisdom, what have we?

Vandel_Viaclovsky, thank you so much. Indeed those who preserve the past are our greatest resource in times of struggle.

John