I love formed poetry. I especially love using forms that you don't see very often, like pantoums. This poem is a Kyrielle, which I had never even heard of, and I really liked it. Enjoy!


I Put My Hands Into an Acre

by A.D. Gaspard

I turned as green as waking moss
Just north of life I grew across.
Steering clear of the stone breaker,
I put my hands into an acre.

Under a naked orange sky,
With red leaves floating, dancing by,
I gently fed the day taker,
And put my hands into an acre.

My fingers in the thick of it,
The earth and I were closely knit.
Sing a night-song to the Maker -
I put my hands into an acre.'


Check out A.D. Gaspard's book of  poems, Errant Autumn.