THREE BREATHS
This morning:
A broad, bright estuary.
I, little boat
Resting on reflected light.
With the rain,
Its sound between grass blades,
Fresh vapours
Savoured.
Grey and green
Laid out calm.
Sewed voices:
Harmonic doves.
Three Breaths
March 15, 2013 by simonhlilly
simonhlilly 
Lovely wording.”..sewed voices: harmonic doves.”
Sewed, sewn? Which,I wonder? One may be right, one wrong. One may be an archaic form… Stil we invite invention, so forgive us our grammar, as we forgive those who grammar against us…
I like your wording “…so forgive us our grammar…” Absolutely agree. We learn the rules to learn how…and when…to break them.
Or never properly learn them , or just forget…..