The Abruption Poetry Form

I have been working on something I call the Abruption form that follows an 8/6/8/4 syllabic pattern across quatrains. It is a more distinct and punchier cadence than a common meter, more like a compressed ballad with a possible abrupt final line. It builds tension, desire, and seems to work for declarations or clipped endings. Try it out and let me know what you think.

A sample:

A Little Garden

Black soil still holds last week's warm rain,
all the blackbirds argue,
I press a seed into the earth,
a quiet pact.

A red worm coils and curls again,
stone shifts its shoulder bone.
Each row a prayer I never speak,
but still believe.

A beetle lifts a clump of dirt
like it remembers me.
The sun does not rush what it loves.
Neither will l.