The Emotionally Challenged Doorknob

I found this in my journal. In college, a writing professor challenged us to write a poem about a doorknob. Now, imagine yourself as this doorknob while you read it.

“I see you as you rush around disregarding me. It angers me you keep me locked inside your abode. You zip around and I frown knowing you don’t care. You vacuum carpet, replace tile and even dust the shades. But here I sit poking out from this moving wall. What do you ever do with me, you never take me out! I am left here with a noisy ball attached to my snout…And when no one looks the crazy cat paws my shiny self! OH! I can see you coming toward me very quickly-Hand outstretched always wanting never giving-you put your hand on me and I feel the warmth. You touch me and your touch turns me on!

~Suddenly I’m upside down and like a dream you’re gone.”

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

2 thoughts on “The Emotionally Challenged Doorknob”

  1. The touch turns the knob on and excites the wood. Because I assume the door is wooden🙂. Nice insight, this reminds me of my poem, “The life of a Ball”. We think alike……you can write about anything.

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