“Poetry is dangerous” by Zsalto
Yes, I know it seems unlikely
but I simply can’t help feeling
there’s an urgency to writing:
and in verse, and fluently.
We’ve our cultural traditions
that have coevolved with language
and each language has its verse forms
that are aids to memory.
It’s all fine that we are moving
to post-literate existence
where the things all talk and tell you
everything you need, you must –
when the neon signs and fridges
can discuss with you their content,
you don’t need to read or count, if
their integrity you trust.
But embedded in our braincells
are the patterns of our language
and our need to think in patterns
drives our songs, makes us a folk,
it gives dub and rap and hip hop,
it drives rhetoric in speeches,
and the false anticipation
of the punchline of a joke.
With our cultures integrating
with AI and with each other,
we risk losing all our history,
all our culture and, what’s worse,
Our minds! So sing to babies,
have kids memorise long poems,
learn the maths of songs and music –
learn and read and write in verse!
This poem, recently published in Bewildering Stories, speaks to the heart of the matters that this blog deals with. Songs and music, rhyme and rhythm, dance, melodies, alliteration and assonance, structures and patterns and verses and choruses, are all part of something that is deeply human. It starts for us with the heartbeat in the womb, is nurtured with lullabyes and rocking, carries on through the songs and music and dance that are important to every generation of teenagers. It is such a fundamental part of our humanity that educational systems that ignore it are ignoring a powerful natural teaching tool.
The issue is larger than the fact that learning verse by heart is easier than learning prose by heart. Larger than the benefits of developing the ability to remember and memorise accurately. It is about recognising and nurturing those inner forces that make us human. It is about not letting our humanity be eroded by a culture that doesn’t acknowledge the rhythms that permeate our lives.
This blog is about the value of formal verse. Part of that value is poetry’s contribution to the sanity that comes from being a complete human being.
Technically this poem’s lines could be described as iambic tetrameter, which each fourth line being truncated and rhymed. But I prefer to read it almost as a patter song with each line composed of two tertius paeons, 
(each fourth line still being truncated and rhymed). In other words, it is designed to have the third and seventh syllables in each line be the ones with the greatest stress or emphasis. And that includes the rhymes, naturally.
Form in Formless Times 