Anyone who asks me to write a haiku drives me nuts. I don't do poetry of any kind.
A very long time ago I read a book called "You can't go home again." by Thomas Wolfe. Maybe I should get a copy and re-read it. I don't recall the story, but I remember that his writing was so perfect, it was as if the entire book was a poem. The writing was beautiful. I've enjoyed many books since then, but I've never read any prose so beautifully written.