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Raymond B. Steinmetz
@raymonds-towers.bsky.social
Seattle-born farmboy,
Madrid-forged,
Europe-tempered,
Poet & Prose Smith,
Songcrafter, Digital Artist,
Frankie Laine’s kin—
Dancer of language,
Wanderer of words.

#writer #poet #microwriting
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December 10, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Dec. 10

Sunlight filters
through the stained glass,
splintering colors
across the floor.
Ramy watches,
mesmerized by
fragments of light,
each hue a memory
of puppy kisses and laughter,
softly reminding him
that love leaves traces.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt stained glass #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 10, 2025 at 9:20 AM
A colossal interruption erupted—
lava of silence spilled,
ash choked voiceless mouths,
crater split glances,
magma scattered words into sparks.

#firewords280 #prompt colossal interruption #writingcommunity #amwriting
December 10, 2025 at 9:18 AM
December 9, 2025 at 9:39 AM
Dec. 9

Snowy footprints
trail across the yard,
soft and fleeting.
Ramy kneels,
tracing shapes with fingers,
imagining small paws
that once ran here,
leaving joy behind,
a quiet path
he still follows.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt snowy footprints #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 9, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Artificial is a selfie smiling too hard,
filters hiding every wrinkle,
lighting faking dawn itself,
pixels staging real life —
a posed performance displayed,
existence curated for applause,
a face more costume than flesh.

#OurPoetryX #prompt #artificial #amwriting #writingCommunity #poetry #poem
December 8, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Dec. 8

The fireplace glow
spreads across the room,
painting walls with warmth.
Ramy sits close,
hands near the dancing flames,
remembering cozy evenings
when tiny paws curled
by his side,
hearts quietly kindred.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fireplace glow #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 8, 2025 at 7:28 AM
December 7, 2025 at 7:46 AM
Dec. 7

Cheerful grins
peek from old photographs,
faces frozen in joy.
Ramy traces each smile,
feeling echoes of laughter
once shared with small paws,
and wonders
if happiness can return
even after loss.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cheerful grins #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 7, 2025 at 7:31 AM
#Goose #feathers drifted
across the pond’s edge,
borne on currents through
reeds and shallow water,
tumbling over stones,
absorbed in reflection,
settling where
fractured sunlight
shimmered on ripples —
pale remnants of a
startled flock’s passage,
lingering as a muted
echo of movement.
#firewords280
December 6, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Dec. 6

A ribbon curl
drifts down from the ceiling,
twisting in slow circles
like a tiny dancer.
Ramy reaches to catch it,
smiling softly,
remembering gentle paws
nudging strings and toys,
playful warmth lingering.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt ribbon curl #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 6, 2025 at 9:48 AM
In the forest’s solemn requiem,
leaves relinquish their hold,
Each fading ember a soul
adrift in evanescent time.
Crimson and gold echo once-vibrant lives.
The wind moves—a silent benediction—
Nature mourns the fleeting,
A year’s dreams withering
beneath its touch.

#RetroArtPrompt #prompt #silent
December 5, 2025 at 10:10 PM
December 5, 2025 at 9:54 PM
A luminous blossom lingers
upon the tranquil pond,
its petals teasing latent flows.

Mist drifts across
the mirrored surface,
coaxing green shoots
from veiled depths.

Ripples stir susurrant flows
of what long slumbered
beneath reflective stillness.

#SenseWrds #prompt 154 #amwriting
December 5, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Dec. 5

Glittering ice
coats the garden gate,
catching the pale morning light.
Ramy presses his nose
to the cold glass
like his puppy used to do,
watching reflections dance
like fleeting memories
he holds close,
fragile, bright, and quiet.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt glittering ice #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 5, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Dec. 4

A cracked bauble
rests on the windowsill,
its surface fractured
but glowing softly.
Ramy traces the lines,
remembering warmth
that once filled small paws,
tiny feet leaving marks
he longs to see again.

#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cracked bauble #BSPP48 #RamyDreams
December 4, 2025 at 10:07 AM
December 4, 2025 at 9:59 AM
An #empty street, bathed in lamplight,
Exhales nostalgia through the night.
Golden pools on cobblestones
Cast a silence all their own.
It stirs longing for life unhurried,
Where hours linger, softly carried,
And warmth infuses each fleeting moment —
A world where time itself feels gentler.
#WIPSnips
December 3, 2025 at 10:40 PM
In an era defined by proximity,
couples occupy the same space,
each absorbed in a screen,
texting others while feigning presence.
A subtle illusion: physically near,
yet emotionally distant,
where connection is quantified
in likes and notifications.

#WIPSnips #prompt #screen #WritingCommunity
December 3, 2025 at 10:31 PM