Senryu or Haiku?

She said it.
He said it.
I read it.
Therefore, it must be true–
my senryu is a haiku.
So who ever knew
that one was
and the other was not?
Surely not I
and certainly not me
and now I’m blue
as blue can be
because my haiku
is not my senryu.

 

c Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

 

Smiles in Stripes of Pink

Cotton candy, cloud-soft,
melts against the tongue,
disappearing,
as a swirl of laughter begins
somewhere within the heart
bubbles against the rib cage
until sides threaten to split
in half.  First day at the fair
for Sally, with her grandma
who had almost forgotten
how laughter sounds
and how it feels,
all sticky,
like the best glue
for holding hearts in place.

c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols