Paper Cuts

Paper cuts Delving in deep affluent mind of floating words Finding them in a jumbled heap Deeply the waters of my heart stirs Fumbling feet are my pen that slurrs Suddenly finding my footing An island in a creative mind All new, and oh so soothing A lost treasure I find A nutshell of a thought Seems like naught but meager I plant it, the nutshell my mind brought And found my art, and now I grow eager Blossoming out of the ground In a nutshell that I found I fell the tree for hazelnuts Instead I put words on thin sliced paper cuts