Haikus are surely the ultimate form of poetry. I didn’t realise until recently that the English haiku is seen as a distinct form, altered from the age-old haiku from Japan for reasons explained here.
What is poetry for but to express universal ideas in as succinct a way as possible? What provides more scope for creativity than the strictest parameters of form?
Fine: these are clearly my ideas of what poetry is for, since plenty of celebrated poets are not interested in applying these concepts.
One of my favourite haikus:
Love is not complex
It demands an absent mind
And a present heart
For Christmas, I wrote two haikus: one for my Gran (who used to be a pharmacist) and one for my brother Jamie.
In her pharmacyWith laughter’s analgesicWisdom is dispensedFor my Gran
His music carriesEchoes of the harmonyFelt in his presence
For my brother Jamie