Haiku forbids excess. The poet has 17 syllables (or fewer) in which to say, not the un-sayable, but what can be said. There is no room for explanation, only impression. Angela O’Donnell on the way haiku gives the fleet glimpse instead of exposition, a quick picture in place of a thousand words.
There’s no single right way, but for those of us who scratch words, poetry–even haiku–can provide an outlet for working through our collective grief.