Hmmm, this makes me think, and that's a very good thing.

There's a lot of things I like about this piece. I love the imagery--all of it. I love "flash power," especially with the use of enjambment because I'm wondering as I read "flash" what's coming next. I love being pleasantly surprised when I get to the next line! I also love the "funeral at midnight" line because it makes the reader think about the significance of it. One is left wondering "what is the significance of that?" until they get to the end of the poem when it all makes sense. AWESOME. I also love that "I am flash" lines up visually with "I was love" and the comparison of the past and present tense there. That was either well executed or a very lucky break.

There are some things that can be improved, however. I'd capitalize "world" for example since you're speaking to it like it's a person with a proper name. It also gives it more significance. "Love" may also be better capitalized, because it is an important character as well.

"Go by" is a weak form of the action you're experessing. "Go by" is very passive. There are so many different words that could be used including fly, pass, cruise, glide, drift, etc. I'd just as soon like to see "or you'll miss me" followed by a period, because "go by" is basically two throwaway words.

I'm also not sure that "forgotten" is the right word to use in regards to the note in the din. Basically, and tell me if I'm mistaken, you're saying the note gets lost in the rest of the noise, so how can something that was barely if at all noticeable then be forgotten by those who didn't hear it? I realize I'm over thinking this, but that's me, analytical. I'd look for a word that gets the meaning across a little better, that the note is basically unnoticed, which I think you're trying to say.

The last thing I'll mention is that I had to stop while reading at the lines "black at a funeral/at midnight, and that was one" because of the two "at" words so close together. It kind of messes with the flow a little, but at the same time, I don't really see anyway to re-word it. I just thought I'd let you know.

I love it when a short piece like this gives me so much to say. That, to me, represents good poetry, when it makes a critical reader think and want to write a novel by comparison. Good work!

Thanks, by the way, for submitting this for feedback at #Critique-It. I hope I lived up to your expectations of a critic.

Let's start with the title - The Quiet One Speaks; I asked myself whether it serves the concept of the poem, or does the title bring a different feel to it. I think that the latter is the case. When I first read this poem I felt it to be said by someone powerful who seek something out, then I read the title and it turned upside down. I like this, actually, it adds a lot. It also makes sense in a strange way to me.

You asked about enjambment so I'll focus on that but the entire poem was very good to read, until a certain point where it felt that something is missing. I figure that something to be coherency, even if it is a very "mixed" poem, coherency is one of the most important things.

Watch out, world, or you'll miss
me go by. I am flash
powder behind the sun,

Up till that point it was one hell of a wonderful read. The feel you were talking about in your question was more than felt – it was a clear and well put disconcertion. The buzz is there, the meaning is there, the feel, the mood, the rhyme – everything.

Now starts the headache -

black at a funeral
at midnight, and that one
quiet note forgotten
in the din.

First and foremost I wonder at the most important thing – what did you try to express here exactly. So I mended the sentences:
I am flash powder behind the sun, black at a funeral at midnight, and that one quiet note forgotten in the din.

Now, maybe it isn't the smartest thing to do, because poetry is poetry after all, but I wanted to understand what was going on here. And just as this sentence, in itself, is confusing and somewhat unclear so are the lines in the poem. If it is not understood what you are aiming at, or what emotions are portrayed, then there's a problem. Try to think of it this way –

No mork plaze dims on my frest,
since the roste blin dye,
and the stressu pur fry.
I am core.

I have no idea what I wrote there – complete nonsense when it comes to meaning, but the feel is there. The undercurrent of emotion that I was trying to portray (something strict and melancholic, something sad and hopeless) – that was hopefully clear. This is what I miss in that sentence, because it comes out a bit too confusing.

The last line, I was love., seals the poem in a strange way. First thing – it is warm. There's the lack of, emmm, somewhat megalomaniac(?) tone that flows through the entire poem. The empowerment behind words such as – you'll miss, watch out, I am flash, black, that one – all those words that at first read came out so strong now thinned into a soft warm word such as love. Now maybe that wasn't your intention, but this is what I read into it – a contradiction between the Want to express and the Ability to express, on the background of self empowerment and pressure. The thing is that I missed a stronger build up, because the one line - quiet note forgotten</I – that presumably prepare the ground for the sealing line is not enough, for my taste.

All in all it was a really good and interesting read, if you edit this poem I would more than love rereading it. Let me know