Bruce Lader

I believe in the vital necessity of political poetry and publish poems against war and to preserve our planet. Many other of my poems blend images of the natural world with musical metaphors, in ways similar to improvising jazz. Here is a sample from the Spring 2009 issue of Falling Star Magazine: Dearest Betty Carter Sweet mistress of eureka, there’s only one of you swinging colors instantly recognized, leading me through far-out mazes of harmonies I could listen to marooned on a remote island forever. In the car I pray for traffic delays as you nuzzle my ears, caress me with juicy morsels of elusive melodies gliding like discoveries of birds. You change the monotonous sentence of work into honeymoons around unknown planets. So many nights I have wakened yearning for your delectable voice, spider-stepped to the study where we rendezvous in your galaxy of music. My wife doesn’t dig the idea of ménage à trois. She observes me swaying and gyrating out of control like an infatuated teenager when you steal my breath away without leaving a clue how you bridge tunes to the furthest horizons, and mold them with deceptive curves of delight. I can’t keep our involvement hush-hush any longer. She’ll read this poem and get the wrong picture about the nebulous voyages you navigate with limitless range of camouflage, the abundant sounds seducing me astray.