My First Poem for Creative Writing

While fastening the pearl bauble
to finish her holiday raiment
she glances into
the mirror
and her soul whispers, 
content.


Dressed modestly in vogue apparel 
with demure elegance she enters 
with quiet poise
where blinking festivities
and crashing sounds
stir.


Eyes turn to catch a glimpse
of her perfect carriage
of laughter and meekness
while she, unaware, engages
inaudibly soft with
kindness.


Others clamor and blare,entangled in opulence
and screaming, to claim the center stage
with deliberate movement
and perfect awareness
they curry favors with 
emptiness.


The competing sounds of overindulgence 
and insecurity, though piercing and proud
are lost and muffled
to her sounds of ease
and peaceful 
stillness.


And her soul whispers 
content. 


Rebecca Frazier
Creative Writing
January 24, 2012