Next >> David Campbell David Campbell is a song-writer/singer, poet, painter, writer and guitarist residing in Vancouver BC. In August 2003, David received a lifetime award from his country of origin, Guyana, for contributing to the arts and culture of that country. He has five books of his poems and song lyrics published. Of these, the ones that focus on his poetry are, "Between Songs", "Through Arawak Eyes", and "Search". He has performed his poetry at various venues including the Vancouver International Writer's Festival, the Free Press Festival, the Young Writer's Conference in Vancouver, and the Harrison Hot Springs Festival of the Arts. In February 2004, he has been scheduled to receive the World Poetry Life Time Award in Vancouver, BC. David has made 20 albums of his songs, and toured extensively in Canada and the UK, where his first 4 albums were made, and performed also in Holland, Germany, USA, Guatemala and Guyana.. For purchase information visit his web site. Contact: info@davidcampbellarts.com www.davidcampbellarts.com Selected Poem: Red, Blue and Orange Sails Red...blue...and orange sails... bulge with the wind out of the west... as it riffles my hair and the pages I write on... I am the watcher tonight... perched on my bench... facing outwards to the far shore... Solitude fits me like a glove tonight... the dissonances of past summer nights walking the sea wall beat... left somewhere behind me... I am patient tonight... like one of the boulders in front of me... still...above the rising tide... To be washed clean of the flotsam of living life... is a longing that the human heart knows... Tonight I may not be dancing in the heights of a summer epiphany... but this particular longing is stilled tonight... I am...instead...this man on the shore... listening to the lulling sounds of little waves at ease in my solitariness tonight... knowing that even our electric times shared with others...always come to an end... and the trick is not to seek them relentlessly in order to escape spending time with yourself but to return to solitude made easier by long experience of its riches... or having cleansed yourself...like the patient rocks at high tide... sit in silence with the sun shining through the prism of your soul... Back to the Poets Directory Home