Random word poetry

Here is a selection of words to be rearranged and adapted. My poem follows, a cadralor.

Doors

1
Empty vase on the shelf,
collecting dust and dead bluebottles,
remembers the days
when she filled it with flowers.

2
Letters on the mat are ominous
these days, no one runs downstairs
heart pounding, at the sound
of the clatter of the letterbox.

3
I never let you in, never listened,
when you promised you would always stay,
too afraid that you would leave, to look
deep enough, to where the truth lay.

4
It tastes of rain and sunshine,
salt breeze and clouds dashing across water.
It tastes, smells, and I can see it,
but never catch its shadow.

5
The wind rises too high for comfort,
trees groan, crack, but here, within these walls,
a smile, a certain look, is armour enough
against the flying debris of dead things.