Poetry Poetry's power isn't in metre or rhyme, Where "love" is inevitably followed by "dove", As perfunctory words trip along Like an engine, pistons beating In a mechanical mockery of life. Poetry is a naked truth revealed Like a young maiden clad in A diaphanous robe, which tempts A closer look as much by what Remains hidden as by that which is shown. Yes Or No Words have power- I know, because There are times when it seems as if My whole world hinges upon whether You will say yes or tell me no.