Groove: A Bad Thing That Went Good?

Some days I think of certain things, like words that, despite their everyday definitions, don’t seem quite right to me. I visualize how best to express my thoughts. Writing ensues. Patterns form. And sometimes, I end up with a poem about...


Groove. Aka: a rut. If a
Groove doubles as a
Rut, then why does
Getting into the
Groove feel
Sublime
But
Falling
Into a rut
Incite dread and
Misery? And why is
Groovy so swell? Why
Must it too bring smiles?