Falling in Dreams

Like  “Breathless“, this poem was born out of  my experimental prose-poem, Slanting Rain, which I recently posted at Fictionaut. This is my offering for dVerse Poets Open Link Night, week 44.

Falling in Dreams

Falling in
swirling
maelstroms of nothingness
yawning
black and deep boundless
but palpable.
A woman falls into the breathing abyss—
her heart pounds against it,
a falling and falling
never ending
vein-throbbing temples
How hard the thump
if ever she lands.
The darkness
breathes all around her,
a faint whoosh of air
she expected roaring wind—
all that air displaced by her fall
where is it going
from whence does it come?
it is the sigh of the centre of the earth.
It is the sound of the woman
falling.

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About Chris

Chris Galvin is a Canadian writer, editor and photographer dividing her time between Canada and Viet Nam. Her essay Flood Season was a finalist for the 2012 Best of the Net prize, and Discovering Hến Rice in Central Việt Nam won third place (shared) and a Readers’ Choice Award in the 2015 I Must Be Off! Travel Essay Contest. Her work has appeared in various anthologies and literary journals, including Descant, Asian Cha, PRISM International, Room, and others. She has written in Vietnamese and English for Vietnam Tourism Review/Kham Pha Du Lich Vietnam Magazine, Travellive, and Du Lich Giai Tri. Chris is currently looking for a home for her recently completed manuscript, Breakfast Under the Bodhi Tree, a book about living, eating, and tour-guiding in Viet Nam.
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39 Responses to Falling in Dreams

  1. I hope she never lands and, if she does, her landing is soft 🙂

  2. Mama Zen says:

    That last line is really haunting!

  3. Mark says:

    I am unable to use the word ‘abyss’ without the angst falling off the page and cluttering the desk and staining my shoes. I like how you did that without the mess.

    Great write and love the wrap up.

  4. brian miller says:

    wow lots of great sound in this…the throbbing tamples…her heart beat…the sigh of the earth and her falling…that is a long way down…smiles.

  5. “it is the sigh of the centre of the earth.” beautiful.

  6. poemblaze says:

    Great write! I used to experience that feel of falling when going to sleep. Fortunately I haven’t felt it in a long time.

  7. aprille says:

    Good write.
    Gave me a sense of vertigo.
    Loved the swirling bits and the nothingness.
    Now searching for your dandelion 🙂

  8. kelly says:

    love this, it made me think of that old saying about the tree falling in the forest when no one is there… this had a haunting undertone… dark and delicious.

  9. claudia says:

    wow…you capture that falling well…all the emotions, the moment, the expectations, the anxiety…vein-throbbing temples
    How hard the thump
    if ever she lands..great

  10. Gay says:

    This is the sound my mother made. She fell through her life. She never landed.

  11. Laurie Kolp says:

    This takes my breath away, Chris. I especially like maelstroms of nothingness and vein-throbbing temples.

  12. Quirina says:

    Lovely poem, Chris. Reminds me of the time I fell through a ceiling … the free fall … the confusion. But your poem evokes something deeper to me–a metaphor of a Black Hole, which is one of the most fascinating objects in our cosmos.

    • chris says:

      You fell through a ceiling? How horrible! How did it happen? I fell through a hole in a floor once, but only into a crawl space, so it wasn’t far to fall.
      I’m glad you found the Black Hole here.

  13. ayala says:

    A lovely capture…love these lines…it is the sigh of the centre of the earth.
    It is the sound of the woman
    falling.

  14. This one seems to flow and swirl all at once, Chris. Very nice write!

  15. zongrik says:

    that’s very very gruesome!! but it’s cool. i love the end.

    radiation rampage

  16. Alex Dissing says:

    Nice depiction of sound in this one.

  17. Pat Hatt says:

    Great illustration to your verse, as one can see her all the way through, I hope she doesn’t crash land or anything.

    • chris says:

      Hopefully she never lands at all
      She’ll always just fall and fall
      No one’s there to hold her hand
      she’d rather fall than hit the land.

  18. C Rose says:

    Great intensity to this piece, really find myself drawn through! ~ Rose

  19. it is the sigh of the centre of the earth.

    I really like the thought of the center of the earth releasing an audible sigh. Great writing!

  20. ManicDdaily says:

    The close of this is especially strong. Falling in dreams is a very good title too – one thinks of falling in love, when it is kind of the opposite. k.

  21. A haunting and lovely write.

    My favorite part:
    “The darkness
    breathes all around her,
    a faint whoosh of air
    she expected roaring wind—
    all that air displaced by her fall
    where is it going
    from whence does it come?
    it is the sigh of the centre of the earth.”

  22. chris says:

    Thank you to all of you who have taken the time to read and comment.

  23. Luke Prater says:

    Feeling the fall. Stanza break or two? No biggie 🙂

  24. marousia says:

    Fabulous write – may the falling continue

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