Leanne Panjer lives in Calgary, Alberta. She has been writing ever since she could hold a pen, but only gave herself permission to call herself a "writer" three years ago. Writing and recording songs for the group she sings with has taken the a lot of her writing time, but she has had poems and stories published in various publications, the most recent being Canadian Living Magazine. Her passion is fiction, short story or novel length. A completed book sits on her desk, and she is quick to say that writing it has been the most exciting thing she has ever done.
We have lost the sense of ticking clocks.
Soaked in centuries time becomes malleable,
carrying melodies touched by a harpsichord
as leaves from Nocturne
float to rubber-scarred asphalt.
inked notes fall between centuries
as grand flakes of heavy snow
that kiss the earth
we whisper of things not yet born,
wander vistas long dead,
wonder what we really know.
Planets, compelled to
minuet as the
moon grips at tides.
In the crescendo of things finite,
Sonata pulses in a memory
survived by melody,
weighted by music,
swallowed by time.
The clocks are measuring Beethoven.
Copyright ©2005 by Leanne Panjer