"Homeless" by Yuan Li‘Mother of Falun Gong’ and Other Poetry by Gleb Zavlanov The Society March 4, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Human Rights in China, Poetry 4 Comments Mother of Falun Gong They said my mother would be back tomorrow, They said her smile would still shine proudly here, Her hand brush off the dreadful, bitter sorrow That manifests itself within a tear, But twenty years had faded like wan mists That glide and winnow on a brackish lake And yet, her awful absence still persists And strives and strains to make my small heart break. Where is she? She is gone, dear, precious heart, And gone as well the heart she used to own, The heart that throbbed, the heart that took a part In you and warmed you when you felt alone The heart, your mother’s once, found beating now Within a stranger’s breast, but where is she? Where is your mother? Where that empty vow Of her return? It all rings hopelessly. No more those dreams, wake up! No more those visions. Dead lies your mother, flickered out her life One pure belief, a thousand deep incisions, The workings of a government’s cold knife They killed her, knocked her dead, wormed through her skin, They let her seething blood spill like your tear, Killed in a world in which no one may win But suffer for the values they hold dear. Ballet Like dandelions that ride the mellow breeze And float down to another world and place The dancers pirouetted with such grace And with such passion and undaunted ease, I, for a second, thought all time to cease While there, they twirled with ribbon and with lace, With nimbleness, tucked at a happy pace Like dashing waves upon calm summer seas. Their smiles like streaks of sun that lace the hills, Their prideful eyes like stars so far away, They sway like gentle, wind-blown daffodils That streak the hills and valleys in proud May. Time freezes and my heartbeats drop, all stills Except that godly, wonderful ballet. Gleb Zavlanov is a young poet and songwriter living in New York City. He is a 2017 graduate of Townsend Harris High School. His YouTube channel can be found here. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 4 Responses E. V. March 4, 2019 Excellent! In another’s body, a harvested heart beats for a limited time, but through the poet, the voices of tyranny’s victims eternally resonate. Attacks against Freedom of Speech are really attacks against Freedom of Thought. We must NEVER! let that happen here in America. Reply Gleb Zavlanov March 4, 2019 Hi! Thank you for reading. I’m glad you enjoyed. And you’re definitely right, freedom is extremely valuable and a right we must all do our very best to defend. Reply C.B. Anderson March 4, 2019 Nice work, Gleb, but pay attention to your commas (or lack thereof) and anchor your dependent clauses to firm antecedents (especially in “Ballet”). Reply Gleb Zavlanov March 7, 2019 Thank you for reading. Grammar is important so I’ll definitely work on that. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.