I am a poet with words a plenty
But I weep in jealousy
Because my audience is limited
My words do not transcend
Translating easily
Into other languages

But paintings and sketches
Can bend and break those
Barriers

One word can mean
Two or more things
In different languages

But an eyes is an eye
Hands are hands
The ocean is the ocean

And visual arts
Can share more then
My simple words
Dare to do