Victor Vasarely

Victor Vasarely

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 4th July 2015, Saturday, 1:24 p.m.-1:41p.m., having lunch alone in Adam's Hawker Centre, Dunearn Road, Singapore 

Draw a line, 

Stop.

Curve upside,

Stop. 

Repeat until the end, 

As straight as you can;

Try not to have a bend,

Enough for eyes to scan.

Look at the time,

Oh, faster!

Erase pencil line, 

Oh, bother! 

Choose your frame,

Gallery Time to aim;

Remember what to say?

What is his name?

Optical art,

A line a part;

Victor Vasarely,

Things in 3D. 

See it carefully,

As brains perceive;

If it's popping,

It's greatly achieved!

What's your message to me?

And also to everybody;

From hi-5 to anything,

Kudos on your masterpiece!

Profession

Profession 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 5th June 2015, Friday, 1:26 p.m.-1:36 p.m., Lunching alone in Adam's Hawker Centre, Botanic Gardens 

One, two, three, 

Action! 

My mind is thinking,

Profession. 

Being in education,

Is this my destination?

Oh no, thought of changes,

Which also means challenges.

Teaching children,

Caring patients;

Where's the turn?

What's patience?

From head to tummy,

All the way to the feet;

Hope I didn't do anything,

Hurting with or without ink.

I pray for speedy recovery,

For those needing it;

Deeply I'm very sorry,

You outburst crying suddenly.

Yet you accepted me,

Sitting on my lap quietly;

Glad there was Mommy,

Carrying you up gently.

And so I thought again,

Where should I begin?

Leave this or stay,

To wherever it may?

Suffering in His Happiness

Suffering in His Happiness 

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 7th March 2015, Saturday, 6:46 p.m.-7:03 p.m., Sitting in 187 bus heading to Woodlands Interchange 

Clarity of mind,

He came in kind;

Loving it behind,

From hi to bye.

A step too late,

Entering her gate;

He didn't wait,

Memories of rate.

Attached yet single,

Mud a puddle;

Baby without cradle,

Dreams do shatter. 

Women in collection,

How is that loyal?

Women in separation,

How is that love? 

Words do hurt,

Actions still heard; 

Humbly he courted,

Words he ended. 

She is suffering in his happiness,

He realizes he is being careless;

Miss, kiss, miss, kiss,

Does fate even exist?