Yellow Pages

To echo what tammy777 said, I think this is an interesting subject to write about the faded pages from long ago that seem to never die. Shakespeare wrote much on the subject, so its interesting that we still write about the immortality of writing today. I think in the first two lines it might be good to try to make the lines more active rather than being in the form of a list. Rather than just listing the types of writing you're describing, maybe throw in some verbs or descriptions of what made these writings significant.

Some phrasing I found strange:
"yet time ages still" -- I'd take out 'yet' or 'still' because it's a bit redundant to have both qualifiers within the same line and sentence

"we've all grown and died" -- this isn't true. People are still alive, some have certainly died, but not "all".

Additionally I think some of the lines were a bit long and disrupted the flow, but I thought the grammar and spelling looked consistent and wasn't distracting.

The title is also a bit misleading, because when I think of "Yellow Pages" the first thing I think of is the "Yellow Pages" phone-book brand. But overall it was an interesting piece to read, with concise word choice.

Best,

~alliyah

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Hi there

I love your poetry except for it could have been more long and delineated. I can understand how you feel about the books. Years have passed, humans grow and die but the books and knowledge are immortal and that I guess make the world beautiful. Even if we are not alive to reveal the history but books have become a storyteller. They have no emotions but still they can say a lot more than our heart . It might be reason for us to cry while reading a sad story and laugh while reading a comic story. Pages turn yellow but the contents remain fresh. Thanks for the beautiful poem. Keep writing! Stay blessed:)

Hi Aleta! Becca here for a quick review.

I thought this was a really wonderful poem, and definitely a step above 'decent' as you described it.

I thought this poem had a very clear arc, and it was interesting to me that you wrote the entire thing about objects, and in a sense, how humans interact with them. I thought you really beautifully described the difference in how let's call it Art ages versus how we mortal humans do. I loved the line, "leather spines dust, human spines hunch and twist," what a beautiful detail and sensory image! Likewise with, "pages yellow while flesh crumbles," you could even say this poem is comparing and contrasting really well.

I thought the ending was really strong. You have one of the mortal humans ponder the theme the poem deals with, really in a way pondering for all of us mortal humans, and interact with Art, feeling inadequate.

In terms of constructive suggestions: I would add a period after the line, "at the decay wrought upon their youthful skin," just to separate it from the gorgeous last lines of the poem. I would even consider putting stanzas in. One stanza would be from, "The classics..." to "...hunch and twist." The second stanza would be from, "we've all grown..." to "...youthful skin." And the last stanza would be, "and on the deathbed..." to "...understand for years." Just a suggestion, obviously your call as the author.

It was really a pleasure reading and reviewing this work. Keep writing, I look forward to reading your other work!