the giants of Sedona leaned in and peeked at me
I felt like a cockroach, but did not scurry away
None of them spoke, they merely stared.
Then they leaned back into position
Was it my imagination? Had they really done this?
I stared into the beautiful sky.
Everything looked normal.
But was far from it.
There is a mystical feeling in Sedona I cannot convey
With photos, art, or in poetry.
There are no words or strokes strong enough.
You have to experience the giants of Sedona for yourself.
when I retire I will move to Sedona, Arizona, my favorite place
her mystical, magical, ethereal, spiritual feeling brings spirits my way
I will add as much color as I want to my veranda, and fit in
no one will expect me to live in gray tan or brown there
Sh!......
She slipped into silky, satin sheets.
Sassy, sexy, and seductive.
Scent of sandalwood, so sassy.
Sedona sleeps, in streams of silence.
Seductive, silver is her silent soul.
Serenity, in the sands of seconds!
3~11~2022
It is raining Sedona in reds and oranges of course
The elements are creating a mountain with incredible force
When all is in place, an incredible spirit world it will be.
An Arizona landmark to inspire both you and me.
There is such an awe in this spiritual place.
We slow down our breathing, slow down our pace.
It is another milestone to Sedona; it uplifts your heart.
I have come here to meditate, it’s a great place to start.
There is a cosmic connection between this place and me.
I cannot fully explain, it is much more than you see.
There is a mystical entity here, a protector, an angel of God.
No words can describe it; it must be felt; a spiritual nod.
I cannot sleep.
Let me absorb your body's grace
Each breath as a dove
Pulls my heart so softly
To fly with you not once but oftly.
I cannot sleep.
Your voice drives my blood to rush.
My body quivers in your finest stardust.
No one but you can feel my passion.
In this garden of stars and red-rocked,shadowed flowers.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot sleep
Because of you, these Poems do flow.
With vivid color and raging fashion...
Walking in shadowy moonlight in Sedona.
My Red Rock forever passion.
August 37, 2020
5pm PST
SEDONA OUTING
We're gathered in a little town
Somewhere in Arizona
The little town that got its name
From a lady called Sedona
A town that has a bunch of rocks
Like none you've ever seen
Along with trees with strange sounding names
Standing so lush and green
It boasts a national forest
Art galleries and fine resorts
And numerous national monuments
Attracting visitors of every sort
Folks come the whole world over
This famous town to see
With red rock canyons, splashing streams
And wildlife roaming free
The wonders of God's Creation
So awesomely unfold
Made for our enjoyment
Breathtaking to behold
Made by the God we all have served
For countless years combined
We now behold His beauty
Both stark and unrefined
Take in the sites of all you see
While here in Arizona
There's no place else on God's green earth
Like the beautiful town of Sedona
Curtis Moorman
1 October 2005
Purple shadows cast
on rocks standing high with pride:
Coyotes howl sullen
Baked mountains encrusted
with a kiss of many suns.
Dry air moans on melted
shards of desert rock.
Blistered lips sealed tighter
with the dryness of every
swallow.
Stifling parched steps
yielding this sundered
land of our ancestors
footprints.
Forever silenced whispers
of discoveries not yet
heard through cracked
wisps of branched tumbleweeds.
Blowing, touching, caught
in the arms of an
unforgiving cactus.
Sentenced to look on as
others tumble by, their
destiny unknown to only
themselves...
The reds and oranges
blending high and low
melting into the ground
where the lake water flows.
Heaven must be here,
right here on Earth.
I couldn't imagine such a place
with the sun and the dirt.
My vacation slips by
quicker than I thought.
Taking with me
more peace than I had sought.
This place will live forever
in the recess' of my mind.
The sediments of Sedona,
a home I loathe to leave behind.