Poetic Sparks

My bedroom walls seem to
listen
to my poetic words
whether it sparks at night
or with the morning's
birds;
The walls listen as I recite
and try to get it right
these rhyming words
whose inspiration dives and takes
flight
no matter the time of the day
or night;
My walls still hold
onto the sparks that I
let fade
and forever cherishes the poems
that found wings;