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A Director’s Struggle

I sit in my director’s chair and yell,
“Quiet on the set!”. Silence falls. I sigh.
“Take your places people!” Brringg! goes the bell.
Actors: bad. I try to stay calm... I cry.

Let’s try it again. Take it from the top.
Back on set characters flunk. I cry more.
My lead is daydreaming, I throw a prop.
“I give up!” I leave and slam the door.

I think of those poor unfortunate souls.
Go back in and find repentant faces.
They start to shape up; I guess they aren't trolls
But they still lack in so many places.

Eventually, through blood, sweat, and tears
We wrap a film enjoyed for many years.
 
- Violet Shade

Also posted on the blog "Wheat & Weeds" http://www.wheatandweeds.com/2013/01/two-sonnets-and-absolutely-no-haiku.html