A Mad Poem about Mad Poetry (by a Mad Poet)

Verse! Wild!
Let it be wild and uncontrolled!
Consider not whether it passes muster
In the logic-schools,
Or marks time with the monotonous regularity
Of clopping hooves of horses on parade,
Or, God forbid, it RHYMES,
Like men in olden times,
But sing as wild and mystical
As the sybil at Cumae!
Pluck down “whirling words” from some madding love divine
Up there in the farthest reaches of high heaven!

***

I am schizophrenic. Do the last two lines mean anything? I don’t know. I really don’t know!

***

Richard Plowden

***

Back to Poetry Gallery

***

Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion‚ÄĒbroadly speaking‚ÄĒof psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.

***

Mad in America has made some changes to the commenting process. You no longer need to login or create an account on our site to comment. The only information needed is your name, email and comment text. Comments made with an account prior to this change will remain visible on the site.